Anita Brookner: Brief Lives
Here is my look at Anita Brookner's 1990 novel Brief Lives, which explores aging, companionship, and longing with her usual precision and restraint.
Here is my look at Anita Brookner's 1990 novel Brief Lives, which explores aging, companionship, and longing with her usual precision and restraint.
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