Michael Ignatieff
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The Highway of Brotherhood and Unity
Michael Ignatieff
‘Wild strawberries were served in a silver cup at breakfast, I remember, followed by hot rolls with apricot jam.‘
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Turia
Michael Ignatieff
‘Turia’s room is at the end of an aquamarine-tiled corridor in a mansion in Holland Park, built for a department-store millionaire before the First War and now used as a halfway house for mental patients.’
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Essays & Memoir
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Deficits
Michael Ignatieff
‘She could make it easier on herself. She could give up asking questions.’
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In Conversation
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Interview: Bruce Chatwin
Michael Ignatieff
‘After lunch in the white study, with the wooden slat blinds drawn against the fierce bright sun reflecting off the snowy fields, he sits down in a canvas chair in front of the fire, hands together, fingers touching his lips, waiting: wary, amused, elusive.’
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Essays & Memoir
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August in my Father’s House
Michael Ignatieff
'Dinner has been cleared away from the table under the mulberry tree, and she is sitting at the table with a wine glass in her hand watching the light dwindling away behind the purple leaves of the Japanese maple.'