: Bloomsbury Nights: Being, Food and Love :
an excerpt by Stephen Taylor
We’d already spoken earlier, but the conversation gave me little sense of who she was. I’d found some people who knew of her but no one who’d met her in person. On the phone she’d been high-spirited but guarded, informative but furtive too. Normally, when someone spends more than a couple of minutes on the phone with you they drop some sort of hint as to where you stand with them. Nora Josephson gave me no such hint. I was also dying to know what she looked like.
I’d emailed her some sample questions from the interview I’d be conducting when we’d finally meet face to face. She replied soon after.