Apologies for the boring past few days. Baroque Mansions is still standing, we are still here, it is a radio silence. We’re listening to the static. And gathering our resources, And finishing a bumper review for a bumper issue of The London Magazine. It’s all very high-powered stuff, I was on the telephone to Chicago yesterday! Permissions! Oh yes. Meanwhile, the doctor confirms that there is nothing at all wrong with me that a complete change in my circumstances wouldn’t cure – and some kind of virus, of course. But it’s not swine flu, even of the piglet variety. Meanwhile a journalist friend reminds me that everyone she knows is living off their redundancy money, except her because she’s a freelance.
When and if I do get any combination of energy and time I am planning a small series of posts on reviewing. It was going to be one post, but the thing is growing like a triffid. It’s the poets, it’s the mainstream prose writers, it’s sexism and ethics, and there will be some Auden. Don’t touch that dial…
