Beware the Man Whose Handwriting Sways Like a Reed in the Wind

'This is an essay about hands and handwriting. I think of handwriting as a way to organize thought into shapes. I like shapes. I like organizing them. But because of recent neurological changes in my brain I find shapes fall apart on me. My responsibility to forms can’t be gracefully fulfilled. Nonetheless, I offer the following in the hope it does not strike you as disheveled or depressing...'

'She is that rarest of entities, a writer as fearless as she is gifted' Michael Cunningham

'Her work is full of moments of startling originality and beauty' Colm Toibin

‘I would read anything she wrote’ Susan Sontag