So I Have Thought of You: The Letters of Penelope Fitzgerald. Penelope Fitzgerald

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      So I Have Thought of You

      The Letters of Penelope Fitzgerald

      Edited By Terence Dooley

       Preface by A.S. Byatt

      Will dich im Traum nicht stören,

      Wär schad un deine Ruh.

      Sollst meinen Tritt nicht hören –

      Sacht, sacht die Türe zu!

      Schreib im Vorübergehen

      Ans Tor dir: Gute Nacht

      Damit du mögest sehen

      An dich hab” ich gedacht.

      An dich hab” ich gedacht.

      Table of Contents

       Cover Page

       Title Page

       Epigraph

PREFACE BY A.S. BYATT

INTRODUCTION

A NOTE ON THE TEXT

I. FAMILY AND FRIENDS

Hugh Lee (’Ham’)^*

Tina Fitzgerald^*

       Maria Fitzgerald^*

       Maryllis Conder (’Willie’)^*

       Rachel Hichens and Elizabeth Barnett^*

       Mary Knox^*

       Helen Knox^*

       II. WRITING

       Richard Garnett^*

       Harold Macmillan^*

       Mavis Batey^*

       Malcolm Muggeridge^*

       Colin Haycraft^*

       Francis King^*

       Norah Hartley^*

       Mary Lago^*

       J. Howard Woolmer^*

       Richard Ollard^*

       Stuart Proffitt^*

       James Saunders^*

       Graham Chesney^*

       A. L. Barker^*

       Harvey Pitcher^*

       Frank Kermode^*

       Hilary Mantel^*

       Bridget Nichols^*

       Alyson Barr^*

       Dorothy Coles^*

       J. L. Carr^*

       Sybille Bedford^*

       Julian Barnes^*

       Michael Holroyd^*

       Alberto Manguel^*

       Masolino d’Amico^*

       Richard Holmes^*

       Mandy Kirkby^*

       Chris Carduff^*

       The Kitchen Drawer Poem

       Index

       Acknowledgements

       Also by Penelope Fitzgerald

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       PREFACE BY A.S. BYATT

      Penelope Fitzgerald and I taught together in the 1960s at the Westminster Tutors, an institution which prepared students, almost all female, for the long-abolished Entrance Exams to Oxford and Cambridge. We sat together in the small staff room on sagging sofas, amid a rich and pervasive smell of old upholstery and decaying dogs. Penelope was contradictory. She could appear vague and self-effacing and was. She could also say formidably knowledgeable and percipient things about literature. She was generous