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Reflections of a working writer and reader



Happy Days

Juliet Stevenson

We were at the Young Vic yesterday to see Juliet Stevenson as Winnie in Samuel Beckett’s Happy Days. Buried up to her middle in act one, and up to her neck in act two, Winnie is involved in a relentless battle against solitude and silence.

The Gynaecologist’s Wife

I was in the Italian coffee shop thumbing through Calvino’s collected letters. Seemed like the right place to do it. The woman glanced at me as she came through the door. She got a latte and came to my table, sitting heavily in the chair opposite. “Don’t panic,” she said. “I’m not a stalker.” She […]

Sweet Corn

The guests have complimented him on the starter and the main and the discussion has moved on from who likes short stories and who doesn’t think they have enough space to maneuver. Now they are wittering on about everyday sexism, Ellie retelling the episode about the old man who grabbed her bottom in Waitrose and […]

A Poem by Thomas Moore

Oft, in the Stilly Night Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber’s chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood’s years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimm’d and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus, in the […]

A Poem by John Clare

Emmonsail’s Heath in Winter I love to see the old heath’s withered brake Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling, While the old heron from the lonely lake Starts slow and flaps its melancholy wing, An oddling crow in idle motion swing On the half-rotten ash-tree’s topmost twig, Beside whose trunk the gypsy makes […]