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The thrilling first-ever biography of Proust translator C. K. Scott Moncrieff, penned by his great-great-niece"And suddenly the memory returns. The taste was that of the little crumb of madeleine which on Sunday mornings at Combray (because on those mornings I did not go out before church-time), when I went to say good day to her in her bedroom, my aunt Léonie used to give me . . ." With these words, Marcel Proust's narrator is plunged back in...

A sumptuous hardback novel taking us back to 1603, the Union of the Crowns and the reign of James the 6th and 1st. Featuring the drama of Queen Anna and her jeweller George Heriot and his wives, along with the writers and artists of the time, all set in the royal courts of Denmark, Scotland and England.

THESE THREE PLAYS, COMPOSED BETWEEN 1994 AND 2004, ARE LINKED BY THE THEME OF WAR: ACTUAL, REMEMBERED OR THREATENED. THEY ARE ALL TRAGI-COMIC AND EACH WRITTEN FOR A STRONG FEMALE LEAD.

The thrilling first-ever biography of Proust translator C. K. Scott Moncrieff, penned by his great-great-niece"And suddenly the memory returns. The taste was that of the little crumb of madeleine which on Sunday mornings at Combray (because on those mornings I did not go out before church-time), when I went to say good day to her in her bedroom, my aunt Léonie used to give me . . ." With these words, Marcel Proust's narrator is plunged back in...

C K Scott Moncrieff's celebrated translation of Proust's A La Recherche du Temps Perdu was first published in 1922 and was a work which would exhaust and consume the translator, leading to his early death at the age of just forty. This book presents a portrait of a man hurled into war, through an era when the world was changing fast and forever.

From the outside an enigma, Scott Moncrieff left a trail of writings that describe a man expert at living a paradoxical life: fervent Catholic convert and homosexual, gregarious party-goer and deeply lonely, interwar spy in Mussolini's Italy and public man of letters - a man for whom honour was the most abiding principle.

Before the advent of roads in western Washington, steamboats of the Mosquito Fleet swarmed all over Puget Sound. Sidewheelers, stern-wheelers, and propeller-driven, they ranged from the tiny 40-foot Marie to the huge 282-foot Yosemite, and from the famous Flyer to the unknown Leota. Floating stores like the Vaughn and shrimpers like the Violet sailed the same waters as the elegant Great Lakes lady, the Chippewa, and the homely Willie. A few, l...