Herself in Love and other stories [antikvár]

This is for my dad, John Frederick Wiggins, who hung himself from a tree in Shenandoah National Park, in Virginia, in the night 27-28 April, 1970, and was discovered by a milkman on his route, curious about a parked abandoned car, near dawn that next morning. Two decades and an ocean separate me from his suicide. A decade - and an ocean - separate this publication from the time that I first wrote this text. At that time I was living on Martha's Vineyard, an island off the coast of Massachusetts, in the United States. England was a distance I had yet to know, and so was Margaret Thatcher. How things change: I've lived in Thatcher's Britain, now, for years and am amazed to find her in this piece, amazed by my naiveté. In these intervening years, even though my mother's died since then, I haven't found a single word that I might change or add to help remember him. London,1989