Remembering Fay Weldon: My Ordinary Friendship With an Extraordinary Writer

Growing up, I was one of those kids who was just a little too obsessed with other people’s families. I would linger just a little too long during playdates, stay a little after breakfast at sleepovers, peer into friends’ cupboards. I wanted to know how real families worked. Their mechanics fascinated me. Siblings seemed like a strange adventure. From a very young age, I was a domestic tourist. I wanted to know how real people went about their daily lives, so perhaps Fay Weldon and I were always a perfect match, because she too was obsessed with domestic life. Weldon,… Read Full Article