The Languedoc, really, where the novelist spent the last quarter century of his life in a house in Sommieres. Your faithful reporter paid a visit, and the memories live on.
How wonderful to be reminded of a time when reading the Alexandria Quartet was a time of reverie and revelation... I remember the almost hallucinatory quality of reading it, immersed in that thickly atmospheric writing. Thanks, Michael.
How wonderful to be reminded of a time when reading the Alexandria Quartet was a time of reverie and revelation... I remember the almost hallucinatory quality of reading it, immersed in that thickly atmospheric writing. Thanks, Michael.