Today, Elsewhere
'Harrower’s writing is witty, desolate, truth-seeking, and complexly polished.' James Wood on Elizabeth Harrower in the New Yorker.
The pleasure of reading difficult novels (and maybe The Goldfinch).
'Harrower’s writing is witty, desolate, truth-seeking, and complexly polished.' James Wood on Elizabeth Harrower in the New Yorker.
The pleasure of reading difficult novels (and maybe The Goldfinch).