If you are not quite sure who Sylvia Townsend Warner was, you are not American. Though she was as English as afternoon tea, she was always more famous there than here, chiefly because of the 150 short stories she wrote for The New Yorker. She was also a much-published poet, the biographer of T H White, translator of Proust’s Contre Saint-Beuve, and the author of seven novels, some of them reissued by Virago; her first two, Lolly Willowes and Mr Fortune’s Maggot, were bestsellers in the 1920s.

Literary Review

Jul 1989

Categories

Victoria Glendinning

They’ve Got Their Little Lists

To Keep That Tumult of Weeping at Bay

Perhaps There Is Something Wrong With Our Brains

Blooming Marvellous

A True Heroine of Her Time

Visions on Oxford Street

She May Have Been Mad but Leonard Was Not to Blame

A Stitch in Time

Ink & Inclination

Fifty Shades of White

Nursery School of Writers

Two Good Children and One Bad One

Party People

Some Cuckoo, Some Nests!

Where the Hearth Is