For the Ishiguro household, 5 October 2017 was a big day. After weeks of discussion, the author’s wife, Lorna, had finally decided to change her hair colour.…
The piles of books I posted a photo of yesterday have been re-housed upstairs. According to Apple Health on my phone, in moving them I did 4752 steps, covered 2.8km and climbed 41 flights of stairs (I think this is an underestimate!). A literary workout. 📚
It shows a silvery naked everywoman figure emerging free and defiantly from a swirling mingle of female forms and, thanks to a 10-year slog of fundraising, is the world’s only memorial sculpture to a woman known as the “mother of feminism”
‘He returned to what he really was’: Clive James’s daughter on his poetic farewell 🔗 — Excerpt: Ten months before his death last year at the age of 80, Clive James underwent an eight-hour operation to remove a tumour on his face. Already very frail – he had been suffering from leukaemia for a decade – afterwards it took him almost a week to emerge fully into consciousness.
A twitter of inconsequent vitality
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