So I Have Thought Of You: The Letters Of Penelope Fitzgerald [Paperback]

That Fitzgerald is a little known genius still astonishes me. Her novels are one and all among the finest written in English. They are lyric, wise, and perfectly wrought, and if they are at times tragic, it is because they reflect the world as it is, and not as it ought to be. And their beauty makes up for their truth.

And now the letters. It's true that there aren't many--the ones between Fitzgerald and her husband, for example, went down when her houseboat sank (the adventure on which her book, Offshore is based). But what we have exemplify her at her best. Wry, tender, honest--sometimes curmudgeonly, other times hilarious--they show us the raw talent that percolated until the author was 60 years old.

Buy them, read them, and compare them to the best of the genre: The Collected Letters of Ted Hughes, Elizabeth Bishop, Sylvia Plath, Thomas Merton, Virginia Woolf, and Katherine Mansfield--just to name a few.

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These are letters of a level-headed and perfectly normal woman, if one can call well-educated and witty the norm, who has a life with a husband and three children, as well as working relationships with a number of publishers. Nothing extraordinary there.

In her letters to her daughters Fitzgerald writes about a mother's love and money worries ("...but, yes! You look pale - I do wish you didn't have to work in the vac:- I'm so sick of being poor!), the little daily annoyances ("Freddie scorns me. While I'm fiddling about trying to find my keys he stands on his hind legs and puts his paws on the keyhole in case I don't know where that it."), her thoughts on literature ("...though I would never dare saying it in public, the value of studying literature only really appears as you go on living, and find how it really is like life - that it all works..");

her letters to her friends, the humdrum of daily life (...but I think we middle class ladies are really driving ourselves mad by doing all the things that were formerly done by a 'staff' and keeping up our cultural interests as well..."), housekeeping in general ("...plenty of cupboards, which I am inclined to think are the great secret of home life.) and, very occasionally, her physical ailments ("...rather I feel sorry for my heart which has made such an effort for so long...");

her letters to her editors, her book reviews ("...1. forgiving hostile reviews, 2. not feeling morally superior because you've forgiven them."), other writers ("I don't think he (S Rushdie) ought to go into hiding, though. My local Patel grocery on the corner tells me that it is not a dignified act.") and writing success ("I don't see how a life of Dickens written by someone who has no sense of humour whatever can be a success, but I daresay it will be...") and her letter to other writers, her views on books ("...the writer's favourite books is scarcely ever the same as the public's.")

My favourite letter is one Fitzgerald wrote to her friend Francis King which sums up her various roles in life: "I rather wish I didn't have to be Miss Fitzgerald as it seems to discount my husband, of whom I was very fond, not to speak of 3 children and 2 and a half grandchildren, but I suppose that's an occupational hazard of writing short, powdery novels."

We recognize the same wit in her letters as in her books. But the sharp intellect and penetrating mind we find in THE BLUE FLOWER, THE BOOK SHOP, and in all her books, Fitzgerald had altogether sheathed in her daily life and hidden so well from those around her so that we read her letters and think there's nothing extraordinary there.

Or is there?

Penelope Fitzgerald's letters give a glimpse into an increasingly rare type of person. Witty, truly learned, earnest, as well as gentle and fiesty by turns. As with her novels, biographies and essays, Fitzgerald's letters handle the hopes and dissapointments of life with an amusing, light touch that nevertheless conveys the pathos and gravity of the small and everyday human experience.

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