Certain objects come into our possession by gift or inheritance. Some come to us as chance or fortune puts them in our way. Still others we search out on our own, with more or less determination, more or less patience, and more or less success. Among those objects I’m always looking for are Rose Macaulay novels. The only one in print in the United States, I think, is The Towers of Trebizond. Beyond that, you’ll have to snoop at length through used bookshops – unless, that is, you want to cheat and place an order online, which is something like driving out to the woods with a hunting rifle but stopping instead at the local grocery store for venison steaks.
In addition to The Towers of Trebizond, which was my introduction to Macaulay, I’ve managed over the years to bag copies of Crewe Train (a personal favorite), The World My Wilderness (not a personal favorite)…
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