Ah!
Elinor Lipman! This is one of my
favorite authors, one I am constantly checking for new releases, one who has
only let me down a little, one time. I
have forgiven her for that.
These are delightful essays, some a
little sad and some a little too much about the life of an author on
promotional tours and giving readings, but all well written. In one essay about her writing she admits
that her stories are not “outlined” ahead of time and that the characters show
her the way as she writes. I found this
amazing and surprising, as I am always impressed with the character development
in her books, and I thought novelists (for the most part) knew from beginning to
end what the plot would be before putting pen to page.
Lipman also writes about growing up
with her sister, her mother and father in a warm family circle. She writes about her husband and their only
child, a son.
When I read one of Elinor Libman’s
novel I pace myself. I try not to rush, and I savor every nuance and all the
charm of her humor. This collection did
not disappoint in that regard.
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