Barbara Pym would be proud
At the beginning of Clare Chambers’ new novel, Shy Creatures, there is a sly allusion to some of her literary forebears: “(Helen) was looking for Larkin, although she secretly preferred Betjeman, whom Gil considered a ‘silly old maid’… Virginia Woolf was ‘largely unreadable’, DH Lawrence a genius, Graham Greene was ‘fiction, not literature’” – and […]