Things I Don’t Want to Know: On Writing

Deborah Levy can be hit or miss; so far I’ve been either blown away or bored, and this falls into the bored category. She writes of escaping London where she was inexplicably crying whenever she took an escalator upwards, heading to Majorca and settling in to write. She shares a table with a Chinese shopkeeper and most of the book is supposedly what she unfurled about her life story to him.