When I first heard a poet read, in a chemistry laboratory at Newcastle University, he was Ted Hughes; his gruff Yorkshire voice threw me onto a frosty moor. I could see horses. Hear horizons.
As a writer of historical fiction, Miranda Miller has long been accustomed to seeing the world in duplicate, both as it exists in the present and as it once existed in the past. For her, walking around London or Rome involves a kind of ‘double vision’, allowing her to see each place in its current and former incarnations.