These evening hours of blank heat I feel utterly alone, until the air ripples a bit and I think of everyone luxuriating in its gift at once, like a congregation. I live, after all,
I first came to know Effie Ruskin some decades before the play brought her to public attention and made her a heroine of sorts. In the mid-1960’s my husband and I, and our children, spent the summer at Venice’s Lido, the locale of his youth...