This is the second book I have read by Diana Athill in three months, and what a joy it was.
It consists of a collection of her letters - over thirty years of correspondence with the American poet Edward Field. The letters started when she was eighty-four. This was a late-blossoming friendship and all the more appreciated because of that. They began quite formally, with her addressing him as “Dear Mr. Field”, and when they ended, when she was ninety, she was addressing him “Darling” and “Darling Edward”.
It’s a one-side correspondence. We only see her letters, as Edward’s were destroyed by Athill’s overly-practical and tidying hand, but what a treat for us that Edward kept hers…. Also, in spite of the one-sidedness, it is unabashedly clear the deep affection they had for one another….and that warmth infuses the letters with much charm.
Even in her eighties Athill is quite the high energy woman of letters. She writes with gusto about friends, parties, writing books, being a recognised author, her travels, various life crises, money and ageing. Inject into all of that a kindly but astute eye for people, a fine intelligence and a wry sense of humour - and the letters light up. Here is a taster of her wonderful warmth and enthusiasm.
Darling Edward –
This morning your book arrived. What a beautiful book – emerging from its wrappings like the sun from cloud – and then I opened it and began to have just a quick look before getting up – obviously such a lovely fat book was going to need slow reading , so just a preliminary squint……and darling Edward, it is now 1:30 and I am still in bed and I am still thinking of it as a quick preliminary squint because that’s what it is. There’s so much marvellous reading in your poems I’m going to return and return to them, and they make me love you so much. It really is a life that you are bravely putting into our hands, and it’s awe-inspiring to see that being done.”
I think this is a wonderful book by a wonderful woman. It makes you feel better about being a human being.