Mary is stranded
and so am I. I would like to get Mary back home to England, but real life beckons. For instance, my son is starting to read Watership Down and it begins with a quote from Aeschylus. “Who’s Agamemnon?” he asks. And, being me, I have to tell him the entire story of the Oresteia. Vividly, so he will remember it. I feel badly that I don’t create uninterrupted time for myself. But then this is the plight of all the women I write about. Mary is about to be pregnant again. She is writing Frankenstein and she has a six month old and no running water. At least I have running water and this computer.