Is Jeanette Winterson writing about Paris a lot more frequently in her journalism, or is it just me? Her latest column for the Times is a bit of fairy dust about her love for Paris and Shakespeare and Co and how when we think we're speaking French we may be saying something altogether different. This is followed by her search for a book about, ahem, Holland.
On a recent visit to Paris, Jeanette read from The Passion at S & Co in memory of Pat Kavanagh. I think I mentioned that I went. What I didn't mention is that I was talked into telling Jeanette-- wait for it-- that she came to me in a dream. "Stop telling yourself your stories, and do your work," she said, I clearly recall, in her Northern accent.
I recounted this, imitating her plummy tones, and she crowed. "And? Well?" she wrote in my copy of Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit. And, well, you know.
No excuses.
[NDLR: Subsequent to the writing of this post, JW wrote on her own website that her father died at the end of 2008. We were sorrowful to hear this and send Jeanette our deepest condolences.]
Dream-stalked by a virtual Jeanette Winterson who bugs you about your writing? OK, for me that would actually be quite scary...
xb
Posted by: badaude | January 04, 2009 at 10:46 PM
What a great story!
Posted by: Iheartfashion | January 15, 2009 at 07:07 PM