The piece below is in The Guardian this morning. I read Janet Malcolm in The New Yorker. I read her two books about Freud and psychoanalysis twice. Her father had been a psychoanalyst. She was always knife-sharp. I read something about her once that implied she lived near where I do. On my walks around here I hoped I’d see her.
Sunday, June 20, 2021
IT’S TOUGH BEING A BOOKSELLER IN HONG KONG NOW. Bookstores are an important place for an uncertain community. A piece about it in today’s Times: