The autobiographical miniatures of the British Sue Townsend, a master of ironic prose, are easy to read. This book — from the first to the last page — is a school of easy style and easy attitude to life, no matter what happens.
The autobiographical miniatures of the British Sue Townsend, a master of ironic prose, are easy to read. This book — from the first to the last page — is a school of easy style and easy attitude to life, no matter what happens. And everything happens: either thieves get into the house, or the husband gets lost somewhere on the road from England to Greece. A variety of situations turn into fascinating essays under Townsend’s pen and help us forget our complexes — since the author talks so frankly about his own forgetfulness, absent-mindedness or slovenliness and at the same time does not forget to laugh at himself, then why are we worse?
Phantom press, 384 p.