Tuesday, 12 January 2010


Am in a very bad mood. Was kept awake by students partying in one flat. Then woken this morning by workmen hammering in another. The snow is melting, but I see more is forecast for weekend. I am exhausted, I would prefer to hibernate. I have finally started reading Hermione Lee's biography of Virgina Woolf, which I've had on my shelves for over ten years. It's a big book, 800 pages, God only knows how long it will take me to read. I love these words of Virginia: ... In fact I sometimes think only autobiography is literature - novels are what we peel off, and come at last to the core, which is you or me.


Muhamad Lodhi said...

I'm not afraid of Virginia Woolf but 800 pages sounds like a tome. :-)

nmj said...

it really will take me forever, i am not beyond the first chapter though really like HL's style of writing.

Muhamad Lodhi said...

I went to my local bookshop and found Lee's work and, accidentally, also, discovered a Scottish writer called John Burnside.