Margaret Drabble

My mother’s love for words

As a child, Marie Drabble would read anything that was printed, from adverts to lists. It was a habit that shaped her life

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In a candid set of essays, the Italian novelist reveals her literary process and how she’s overcome her insecurities.

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Why Philip Larkin’s lover deserved better than to be the butt of abusive caricatures.

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A small patch of London encouraged high thoughts and hard work in the unconventional female writers who made it…

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When I was at university I passionately wanted to be an actor, and for some years struggled to find…

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I felt I was entering the adult world.

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Ernaux’s The Years draws not only on her own life but on her long “communal memory”.

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Jaeggy writes powerfully of communities of adolescent girls: stagnant, hothouse worlds of spying and crushes.

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It took me a long time to get to grips with Perec, but I’m glad I did.

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