“When I count, there are only you and I together” She was a slight woman, pale, with two wings of dark hair which framed her face and gave it the faintly bird-like quality that characterised her person. Even at this distance of time, which has clarified much that was obscure to me, I find her […]
I was brought up in a tradition of reading and thinking at university that, in a sense, left the body out. It was all about your mind. That good writing didn’t have a “self” in it, didn’t have an ego in it. Oh my God, I had so much to unlearn when I became a writer!