But, you may say, we asked you to speak about women and fiction—what, has that got to do with a room of one’s own? I will try to explain. When you asked me to speak about women and fiction I sat down on the banks of a river and began to wonder what the words [...] Continue Reading »
Who’s afraid?
0Got in!
0Four Legs, Four Stories I wasn’t sure if I should feel guilty about the cat or not. Sure, I had wished it dead several times, what with its long claws, filthy paws and dreadful smell, but I knew I was too cowardly to kill it. Out the window. “It jumped,” I told her; she didn’t [...] Continue Reading »