Thoughts of winter
The worst is not So long as we can say “This is the worst.” King Lear (IV.1) During a long sad cold train ride yesterday I had the opportunity to read once again[1] Anne Atik’s How It Was, her memoir of Samuel Beckett. Atik, the wife of Avigdor Arikha, one of Beckett’s closest friends, provides [...]
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