I love it. I want one. So painful. So good.

Read her. You wont regret it.

This is so much my kind of thing I am kind of wishing I hadn't gobbled it up in one weekend, and had instead saved it for my summer holiday next week. Lesbian poet with issues and an invalid ma hangs out with Bloomsbury types and is biographied (there must be a better word than this, but it escapes me ...) by Penelope Fitzgerald. Fitzgerald is a little weird on the subj. of Mew's sexuality (do we really say people are or aren't "homoerotic"?) but otherwise a pleasure to read, as always. I even liked Mew's poetry.