Wednesday’s Child: Letter from London
From London, though I’m yet to arrive there, with stops at Vienna and Paris, but what’s a little topographic imprecision among friends? Vienna, because the eccentric diva who, as the reader may recall from my New Year missive, wore three different wigs in a single night, has invited us there; Paris, because a benevolent friend there gives my wife sound advice with regard to her concert career; and finally London, because there Irina has just had published a monograph on her collection of paintings, a massive tome entitled Flying in the Wake of Light. Irina Stolyarova – such is...
