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The view from Maslow’s Peak (III) – In my end is my beginning (a personal history)

Every now and then, I see someone post on social media the following passage from the point of view of the protagonist Esther in Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar, and every time it is met with a flurry of wistful … Continue reading

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Ars vivendi

Cancer sucks, but life is great – Stephen Sutton, Stephen’s Story Life is bearable even when it’s unbearable: that is what’s so terrible, that is the unbearable thing about it – Geoff Dyer, Out of Sheer Rage What do you … Continue reading

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Ars moriendi

I began to realize that coming face to face with my own mortality, in a sense, had changed both nothing and everything. Before my cancer was diagnosed, I knew that someday I would die, but I didn’t know when. After … Continue reading

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The work of Anthony Lane – So finely written

In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgement. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to … Continue reading

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The universal stories of This American Life

The radio show This American Life celebrated its 500th episode last Friday. I’ve been listening to the podcast for a few years now, and it’s become something I look forward to every week.  It’s difficult to describe the relationship you … Continue reading

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Books of my childhood (III) – New Yorker humour and a woman’s search for meaninglessness

I didn’t always know what I wanted to do, but I knew the kind of woman I wanted to be. -Diane von Furstenberg I too have always known what kind of woman I want to be. I want to be clever and … Continue reading

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The widest prairies

There was a period of time last summer when I used to carry Philip Larkin’s Collected Poems with me wherever I went. I usually travelled by tube and my journeys were just about long enough to contemplate one short poem and, … Continue reading

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Books of my childhood (II)- My man Wodehouse

The UCH Macmillan Cancer Centre, which is my home away from home, tries its hardest to not look like a hospital. This ‘chandelier’ (made of “hundreds of objects found during a 500-mile coastal walk from Gravesend in Kent to Land’s … Continue reading

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