I had been thinking about writing a pseudonymous novel for years. Like, I am sure, most writers. How many do? It is in the nature of things that we don’t know. But I intended from the start to come clean, only wanted to make a little experiment.
Under Another Name
Dorris Lessing: A London View
‘No one driving along it could possibly guess the truth.’
Chickens and Eggs
‘Twenty-one days it takes to hatch eggs, twenty-one nights, and there sits the great fierce hen who had accepted me as protector and jailer for that time.’
The Death of a Chair
‘To attack the chair I equipped myself with a saw, sharp scissors and a claw hammer.’