The Fringe Theater, Phoenix Artist Bar, 1 Phoenix Street
I will be speaking at the The London Fringe Club at 6:30 PM on Tuesday night, March 16th. It will be strange to talk about the old book when I am so deeply immersed in the new one. On Friday, I dragged through St Pancras and SomersTown, behind the giant train station in the rain, looking for where Mary Wollstonecraft used to live. None of the houses are still standing. There is nothing at 1 Cumming street except for some barbed wire and bramble. But I did find the old church where she married Godwin and where her gravestone is. There’s a long story about that gravestone. I will tell that another time — maybe in the book. This morning I wandered through the Victoria and Albert and at one of their hands-on exhibits I tried on a hoop and a petticoat and walked around the room to get the feel of it. No wonder women tipped over. No wonder MW eschewed such things.