The exhibition has been and gone. I have been expanding outward, embracing new things. I have been able to read fiction again and found two new authors who I think will be important to me. Tessa Hadley’s novels remind me of Elizabeth Taylor, such a subtle, loving noticing of relationships. A little girl sees her father trudge past the window of the house at dawn, but he doesn’t come in. After that she cannot bear the page in her nursery rhyme book about Doctor Foster going