inspiration, stray thoughts, writing
comments 2



“It is in a house that one is alone. Not outside it, but inside. Outside, in the garden, there are birds and cats. […] One does not find solitude, one creates it. Solitude is created alone. I have created it. Because I decided that here was where I should be alone, that I would be alone to write books. It happened this way. I was alone in this house. I shut myself in — of course, I was afraid. And then I began to love it. This house became the house of writing. My books come from this house. From this light as well, and from the garden. From the light reflecting off the pond. It has taken me twenty years to write what I just said.”
Marguerite Duras, Writing

Still thinking about these words, which I first read a few weeks ago in a car full of sleeping children. Yes, we create our own solitude. Or — and how to stop doing this? — we prevent our own solitude. Of course, I was afraid, writes Duras. There are so many temptations to fill the emptiness of solitude. Alone with an empty page & there is the fear, and there is the lure of an internet browser a click away. Solitude, true solitude, is perhaps something we have to work harder than ever to create.

I read Duras’s The Lover while we were in Cornwall too. Set in 1930s Saigon, it’s a slender, disquieting book about a young French girl’s affair with an older, and far wealthier, Chinese man. Duras works in very intense short sections, often just a paragraph long. Time is non-linear, arresting images recur — the girl on the ferry where she first meets her lover; the madness of her mother, years later, in a house on the Loire. Tenses shift: sometimes the girl is ‘me/I’, sometimes ‘the girl’. And through it is an honesty and an intense nostalgia bestowed by the perspective of old age. ‘Very early in my life it was too late.’


There’s a honey cake cooling on the rack in preparation for the Pip-Pop’s second birthday this weekend. We’re taking him on a protest march…and to see the new Paddington movie, which has had T re-reading all the Paddington books in preparation. (Yes, two is a bit young to go to the cinema. The Moose is four and he’s never been before. T, seven, has only been once…what are we doing? Such is the popularity of ‘Paddy’ bear in this family that no-one wanted to miss out. I’ll report back.)



  1. kerryclare says

    Honey cake! Is that the recipe that begins, “I love the idea of children having honey cake—like Winnie the Pooh.”? Sometimes I like to imagine that I am Tessa Kiros and go around reciting that line until I irritate my husband. He doesn’t like to indulge in my Tessa Kiros fantasies, although he’s always happy to partake in the cake.

    • The very same. It’s been a couple of years & I’d forgotten just how good it is (and so easy!). Cake with a Winnie the Pooh allusion is obviously perfect for any two-year-old’s birthday. In fact, I can hear two sugared-up little boys honking like penguins in their beds on the baby monitor right now. And, yes, yes to the Tessa Kiros fantasies — she seems like she’d effortlessly have the perfect morsel ready at the end of the school day, while still looking beautiful & bohemian…I can only dream!

      On 1 December 2014 at 18:36, edge of evening wrote:


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *