While settling in and to avoid the appearance of mothballs, here’s another Mansfield. And while this isn’t the first time we’ve rocked her boat, she’s a voice so nice I’ll read her unspliced.

Am almost too beat to read this evening, but like dear Mr. Neave, I press on. Enjoy a crackling, hoarse, stammering attempt to clamber through Katherine Mansfield’s An Ideal Family, one of the great short stream-of-conscious experiments. Some nights, when I can sleep, I have clay-puppet-wrestling-match dreams of Mansfield and Va. Woolf, and if only I had a television and