I’ve been reading about people. About real people, not fiction people.
First I read Anne de Courcy’s book The Viceroy’s Daughters, the Lives of the Curzon Sisters. 435 pages of un-putdownable reading. This book is based on private diaries, family letters and photographs, on talks with people reminiscing past events. It’s about the time when the wealth and privilege of the British upper classes were at their highest. It’s about parties glittering with magnificent jewellry, about operating on the highest political levels during both World Wars, about sibling rivalry, about house parties and Mediterranean holidays and about messy domestic morality.
I'm Piisa and I will be sharing with you my thoughts on this and that, maybe even on whatever.