If this post had a subtitle, it would be ‘ in which the Royal Mail almost sabotages my debut at the Venice Biennale of Art and I’m made to u...

I’m spending most of spring in Venice this year. For the first six weeks I carried the usual A6 spiral-bound notebook everywhere. I kept add...

I’m making this short, as Covid-brain has inoculated me with attention deficit disorder, hop-skipping eyes and a dislike of detail. I don’t ...

Today I should be flying from London to Venice. But obviously I won't be. And even if I could get there, I would be confined to m...

Linda Wilkinson Under our new regime, today should have a post by Joan Lennon. But Joan kindly lent me her space so I could introduce a ...

My first novel, Carnevale , published eighteen years ago. I was anxious then – because I was daring to be the first female writer to descr...