Another one not completed sadly, I don’t like this. A birthday present from P (like 539) so another unread.
Nothing particularly wrong with the writing here (although it is hardly inspiring), but more the subject’s life – a famous and eccentric cookery writer called Patience Gray. Maybe it is the writing that was poor; this was just a lengthy chronicle of her life, who she knew (hardly anyone I had ever heard of, a sort of phantom Bloomsbury crowd in the 1950’s/60’s). But no one was, or was made, remotely interesting.
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