Description
By: Kennedy Fraser
From one of The New Yorker’s most revered writers comes “a brilliant collection” (The New York Times Book Review) about women in love affairs, friendships, marriages, and families—from Virginia Woolf and Flaubert’s mistress to Russian novelist Nina Berberova and English naturalist Miriam Rothschild.
In these fourteen essays, Fraser focuses on women in love affairs, friendships, marriages, and families; in relation to one another and to the talented men who so often rendered them invisible. In Ornament and Silence we see Virginia Woolf, haunted and eventually destroyed by the sexual secrets of her childhood. We meet Flaubert's theatrically importunate mistress, Louise Colet, the one woman who could briefly slip past the master's misogyny. Fraser offers vibrant portraits of the Russian novelist Nina Berberova and the English naturalist Miriam Rothschild. And here is Fraser herself, learning her craft at The New Yorker, tending her English garden and—on every page—delighting us with the manifold felicities of her prose.
From one of The New Yorker’s most revered writers comes “a brilliant collection” (The New York Times Book Review) about women in love affairs, friendships, marriages, and families—from Virginia Woolf and Flaubert’s mistress to Russian novelist Nina Berberova and English naturalist Miriam Rothschild.
In these fourteen essays, Fraser focuses on women in love affairs, friendships, marriages, and families; in relation to one another and to the talented men who so often rendered them invisible. In Ornament and Silence we see Virginia Woolf, haunted and eventually destroyed by the sexual secrets of her childhood. We meet Flaubert's theatrically importunate mistress, Louise Colet, the one woman who could briefly slip past the master's misogyny. Fraser offers vibrant portraits of the Russian novelist Nina Berberova and the English naturalist Miriam Rothschild. And here is Fraser herself, learning her craft at The New Yorker, tending her English garden and—on every page—delighting us with the manifold felicities of her prose.