Unless Al_lude and Bent have cornered the market there are a couple of copies left in Blossom of Alan Bennett's, Writing Home. Go buy it if you like strange intimate ramblings by brilliant playwrights. I discovered Alan Bennett through this story. I have only read a third of the book yet and am quite fascinated. He seems kind and complicated and has a perfect sense both of the ridiculous and the moving. This collection has his essays, snippets from two decades of his diaries and more...that I have not got to so far.
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