Without the invitation I would never have brought these disparate experiences together, never compared the perspectives on writing and gardens they offered, never combined autobiography and architectural comment. What luck! What a pleasure.
Dorothy Parker claimed the Bloomsbury set painted in circles, lived in squares and loved in triangles. Our own obsession with Bloomsbury, as Nicholas Murray points out, seems to spiral — in spite of their old school privilege and elitism. Does Bloomsbury merit our continuing regard? Or were they just a bunch of vocal, self-boosting toffs, whose artistry has been seriously overvalued?