A Private Place – Amanda Craig

I once read a description of the great British Public Schools (a strange term; they are not for the general public but are fee paying schools for the elite) as ‘concentration camps run by paedophiles.’ How my heart would sink when I was reading an English novel and the son reached the age of seven. I knew the mother would be distraught, the father resolute; the child, like his father before him, had to be sent away to boarding school. Whether it was Eton, Rugby or Harrow, the poor innocent had no idea what he was in for. Continue reading A Private Place – Amanda Craig

Meeting the Devil- A Book of Memoir

The Gerts have long been devoted readers of The London Review of Books (known as the LRB to the cognoscenti). We have passed our copies on to friends and family and have surely accounted for the rise in subscriptions from our harsh brown land. The journal is issued fortnightly, is closely printed, and amounts to around forty-one pages. They no longer have the amusing lonely heart entries in the back pages that used to divert us in the past, but there is always something humourous, infuriating or enlightening to read. Continue reading Meeting the Devil- A Book of Memoir