‘Three bicycles. Seven ghosts. A crumbling apartment block on the hill. Fame. Tenderness. The statue of Peter Pan. Silk. Melancholy. The banana tree. A Pandemic. A love story.’
From one of the great thinkers and writers of our time, comes the highly anticipated final instalment in Deborah Levy’s critically acclaimed ‘Living Autobiography’.
‘I can’t think of any writer aside from Virginia Woolf who writes better about what it is to be a woman’ Observer on The Cost of Living
Following the international critical acclaim of The Cost of Living, this final volume of Deborah Levy’s ‘Living Autobiography’ is an exhilarating, thought-provoking and boldly intimate meditation on home and the spectres that haunt it.
In the winter of January 2018, I bought a small banana tree from a stall outside Shoreditch High Street station.1, LONDON
(@PenguinUKBooks, 13 May 2021, 304 pages, hardback, #ARC from the publisher and voluntarily reviewed)
I’ve only read a couple of the author’s book’s and have loved them so I was looking forward to this, part memoir, part autobiography and part mediation on need and longing. I really loved Real Estate and plan to read the other two volumes of the author’s living autobiography. I will definitely check out more of her fiction as well. I found this book engrossing. In many ways, nothing particularly spectacular happens but it’s the little minute nuances about everyday life and experiences that held my interest from start to finish. A great chunk is set in Paris, a city I love and I had a great with the author there. I loved the way the author thinks about her life, experiences, various stages of her life, the people she meets and the things that mean a lot to her. I can’t recommend Real Estate enough.