Another lockdown month, at home, lots of reading, not a lot of anything else. But thank goodness for books, there were a lot of great ones in March. I read twenty books in a wide variety of genres and modes, with a high concentration of things that made me feel free and among friends, at least while I was reading them.
Sequel to
The Paris Wife, a novel about and from the first person POV of Martha Gellhorn, Hemingway’s second wife. I didn’t like it as much as the first book, perhaps because I fairly recently read a biography of Gellhorn so it was more familiar. However, McLain is a terrific writer and I read this avidly. It began an interesting theme that ran through my March books of early-twentieth-century men and women trying to find new ways of being partners—here mostly very unsuccessfully, though there were moments when the two of them were writing in different rooms at the same time and meeting up at meals to compare progress.