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 creative control over the network that produces that stuff, I could make all my dreams come true. Easy to please, Miette.
This of course is from The Garden Party
The Garden Party, and if I ever wake up, I’m sure I’ll have read all the stories from this collection by the time I’m reflecting on the wasted hours of my youth. This can also be found online, on Project Gutenberg and elsewhere.