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October 2006

“Very early morning. The sun was not yet risen, and the whole of Crescent Bay was hidden under a white sea-mist. The big bush-covered hills at the back were smothered.… Read More »

I first met Katherine Mansfield in a hut. Every Friday in the Upper Sixth form we would read a short story from a battered collection extracted from the book cupboard… Read More »

Virginia Woolf once said that Katherine Mansfield had produced ‘the only writing I have ever been jealous of.’ Woolf also, jealously, wrote, ‘ . . . the more she is… Read More »

A beginning

Now – now I want to write recollections of my own country. Yes, I want to write about my own country till I simply exhaust my store. Not only because… Read More »A beginning