Isabel Quigly
The Edge of Reason
Names are an important part of a writer’s personality and the lumpen-sounding ‘Joan’ is a misfortune to a poet, even if it was Virginia Woolf who discovered her. Who now remembers Joan Adeney Easdale? In middle age, Joan buried her original name and self, never mentioning her literary past, her Bloomsbury connections, or her brush with fame (or at least with acknowledged promise), and became instead Sophie. Who was Sophie?, her granddaughter’s disinterment of her, should put her on a corner of the literary map again, partly as a curiosity, partly as an example of the brevity of fame, and partly as an example of the Woolfs’ taste in poetry in the early days of the Hogarth Press.
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