Emily Wilson
This week, I’ve been on a reading spree, ripping through four great books of varying vintages.
First up was by Curtis Sittenfeld (who wrote Rodham, a brilliant alternative history of Hillary Clinton). It’s, well, a romantic comedy, but it morphs into a pandemic novel – my first, I realise.
was next: a powerful story about a mysterious young woman on a sheep farm, with fantastical elements, and an interesting way with timelines. Nail-biting.
My third was by Penelope Fitzgerald, who died in 2000. You can see why…
