I finished rereading A.S. Byatt’s The Children’s Book. Last time I read it I wrote myself a hangover cure: visit the V&A museum, take up pottery, frolic in the English countryside, read Peter Pan, drink tea, sleep. So, behold, a collection of cures for that book that made you suffer: the best of the reading remedies. Normal […]Read more "Reading Remedies (Part IV)"
It began with her face in marble mosaic, walked upon by thousands each day, in the entrance hall of The National Gallery. Next was Durga Chew-Bose’s title of her essay collection, lifted from the her Diaries. And then it was that twitter account – Vita & Virgina Bot – serving tweet sized samples from the […]Read more "On Youth, Woolf, and The Man Booker Prize"
Back to work after six long weeks of doing nothing but reading – I would laze in bed and emerge only when I’d turned the final page. Or I took my coffee into the patch of morning sun and shift my body, hot and sleepy, across the room as it rose and turned into a […]Read more "Summer Reading (a reflection of sorts)"