Read a weirdly negative review in the UK Times of The Position of Spoons ("an unpleasant glimpse into the sausage factory of her Deborah Levy's creative process")!
> Deborah Levy claims that “when we write we are only as interesting as how we think”, but having waded through this book, I’m inclined to disagree. She’s evidently an intelligent woman with an abundance of curiosity; I didn’t need her to prove it. The Position of Spoons is an unpleasant glimpse into the sausage factory of her creative process when, really, I’m only after the final product. I don’t care that she has a “MacBook Pro and a MacBook Air and a desktop Mac” and that she is constantly transferring material between them. I simply want to read that material, to nestle into a café window seat with a cup of coffee and contemplate my womanly existence, just as I did with her other books. Levy-lovers, prepare yourselves for disappointment.
The Position of Spoons: And Other Intimacies by Deborah Levy