Author Archives: Scribe Doll
Three Women in the Kitchen
Three women in a South-West London kitchen, on a scorching summer afternoon. The only cool room in the house. Only the red setting sun peers through these windows. Three women in a South-West London kitchen. One, in the early Spring … Continue reading
Sunday at the Globe
Focussing my thoughts is proving impossible, this weekend. Like trying to corral cats. They dart across the room, bounce off the walls, whizz past me before I can catch them, hover before my eyes, teasing, then spiral upwards at vertiginous … Continue reading
Deciphering the Music Code
Saturday morning. My friend L. and I are on the ‘phone, arranging one of our brunches in Notting Hill. Her soft Irish tone turns businesslike. “Now do you want to come up for your lesson before or after brunch?” I … Continue reading
Trees as Story-Hoarders
Someday, I would like to live near a weeping willow. “You’re mad! It’ll wreck your water pipes!” My beloved friend S., with her bucketful of sobering practicality. “Their roots are so long, they’ll reach out from the bottom of your … Continue reading
Skiving Off
Something woke me up earlier than usual, this morning. It was the light pushing through my curtains. It had a different colour and texture than of late. I switched on Radio 4, negotiated myself out of bed, and approached the … Continue reading
People-Watching in the Village
Six weeks after moving to this South-Western corner of London (well, it’s practically Surrey), I still had not explored its better-heeled district: the Village. It was a warm day, so I decided to take my painful, recently acquired – and … Continue reading
‘An American in Paris’
It was the only time my mother actively encouraged me to skip school or, rather, ballet school, for reasons other than health. “If you want to be a dancer, you must see this film. It’s as important for your education … Continue reading
Corn Chowder and Conversation
I’d asked my friend B. if he liked corn chowder. Living in one room, and sharing a kitchen, I had to think of a lunch that would fit on my small work table. “How about a bowl of steamy corn … Continue reading
The Backstory as Defence Lawyer
In a recent post on The Red Room, Orna B. Raz makes a very interesting case for the fiction writer’s ability to rewrite true life events, giving the stories a happier outcome on paper, than they might have had in … Continue reading
Just About a Teddy Bear with a Wonky Nose*
“What does he think I am? A baby?” Deep embarrassment was making me peevish. I did not want my mother, grandmother – and, especially, the guests – to think I was still a little girl who liked teddy bears. After all, … Continue reading