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228 pages, Kindle Edition
Published February 27, 2024
... I went to the [Hobart] Maritime Museum and had an unexpected literary treat. There amongst all sorts of model ships and boats, bits of rope, knots and so forth, was a display about the three masted barque Otago, which was the ship commanded by Joseph Conrad in 1888-9. He took command of this ship in Bangkok, sailed it to Sydney, Melbourne, Mauritius and Adelaide before resigning his command because the owners didn’t want him to sail it on to China. It was this journey that formed the basis of his writings about the South Seas, and it is therefore a very great pity that the remains of this ship are being left to rot at Otago Bay in Risden [where we later saw it in situ]. I got quite a thrill from being allowed to touch the hatch that has been salvaged from the ship and restored � Conrad must also have grasped it on his way down below decks!
Some quality of her reading life puffed characters into people and writers into companions. For years she subdued this instinct, but it returned and settled within her. Not identification � nothing so crass � but a flow into fiction's otherness that welcomed and accommodated her. Imagining the lives of characters was like imagining friends, those affectionate speculations, the sense of wishing to share in their feelings and witness their experiences. And at times almost a delusion, when she wept at the end of a book for a person made up only of words. (p.9)
He was at Churchill College: modern, boxy and slightly out of town, suffering the condescension of the older colleges and full of Commonwealth colonials, doomed by English opinion to be already second-rate. Helen was at Newnham, the women's college, with its garden of fat rosy blossoms and its neat rectangular windows. She lived at Whitstead, the college residence where illustrious Sylvia Plath had stayed for fifteen months.