The intricate web of love

I’ve been reading the Diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner, a Virago paperback I picked up in the Oxfam bookshop a while back. On the strength of her writing here, she is much underrated and deserves a wider readership. For example, this wonderful¬†entry for 16 Feb 1950 ¬†on the cremation of her mother: … Nora’s small […]