ESSAYS + REFLECTIONS
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Vampires and theatre critics. What could they possibly have in common?
“Are we a Country who listens?”
Saw Maura Pierlot’s Fragments; tried not to fall to pieces
Changing faces: a review of the National Portrait Gallery’s Women in Vogue exhibition.
This past Covid year I’ve discovered the things that kept me sane and hopeful also kept me writing.
Last year, I watched my father pick the remaining blossoms from his apple tree. Some promised fruit, others did not. “You need two trees to cross-pollinate,” he explained. “It’s difficult with one tree.”
Beneath the desk at which I work at home sit six worn-looking archive boxes.
