James Wood says Fitzgerald “proceeds with utmost confidence that she will be heard and that we will listen, even to her reticence. Her fictions sit on the page with the well-rubbed assurance of fact, as if their details were calmly agreed upon, and long established.” I think maybe the how of what she does springs from the sort of certainty that comes from just surviving—the knowledge that sometimes, just doing, just being, is all that’s left.
Lynn Steger Strong sobre a companhia que Penelope Fitzgerald lhe faz todos os dias, aqui.
