Books
Reading Ferrante
It might seem odd to use the word rapturous to describe a reaction to a piece of literary criticism, but I can’t think of a
July 30, 2017
Friendship
Summer Diary: Making friends, silver and gold, new and old
Old-age friendships are slightly different from those made in the past, which consisted largely of sharing whatever happened to be going on. What happens to
August 22, 2016
Noted
“Roberta liked Flavia… they shared a tennis court” (apologies to Virginia Woolf)
I can’t have been the only viewer of the U.S. Open women’s final, who teared up at the sight of the two competitors, Roberta and
September 15, 2015
Welcome. Some musings on my current preoccupations with the worlds of illness and the worlds of books, the vicissitudes of living with cancer and the need now, in my eighties, to imagine what new writing might be.