All the events I’ve been to at Marlborough Literature Festival this year have sparkled, and yesterday Sarah Dunant, Renaissance fiction writer, was no exception.
With enthusiastic continental-style gesticulating, Sarah imbued her talk with as many interesting metaphors as in her books.
And to give AC Grayling from Saturday a run for his money, she did it all without a seeming reference to any notes.
Sarah’s foray into Renaissance fiction came after a midlife crisis in Florence. “If you are going to have a psychological breakdown,” she said, “do it in a good city.” Continue reading
