Deborah Lawrenson

  The Lantern has another foreign language outing today - published in Croatia under the Italian title of The House of Wind and Shadow ...

    Shutters closed. An upstairs window open in shadow. No sign of life. I have an awful feeling this is what a writer's life loo...

  "There were fears in there too, of course. Fear of ending up with a conventional life. A feeling that I'd never really lived...

  A weathered wooden door opens...who wouldn't be enticed by this glimpse of a courtyard beyond? There's space and light (so mu...

The old heart of Céreste looks sleepy and unassuming. The quiet medieval part of the village occupies a small hill to the north of the ...

  Where have the days gone? The week has passed in an instant as I went back to the work-in-progress, the long-awaited return to desk p...

  "Closed like a box-wood shutter," wrote the poet René Char, "An extreme and compact fortune is our mountain range, our...