Coincidence is a strange thing. Just two days ago I downloaded an Anita Shreve novel on my kindle and started reading it for no reason other than that I saw the title and suspected I hadn’t read it. Over the years, I’ve greatly enjoyed a number of Anita’s books so when casting around for ‘a good read’, this seemed a failsafe choice.

So, I’m currently enjoying The Lives of Stella Bain.
I was astonished and saddened to read today that Anita died two days ago – too young these days at only 71. An obituary piece is here in the Boston Globe.
The sad thing about the death of writers you like and admire – Helen Dunmore being another – is that somehow you expected that they would always be there, writing away, crafting more for you to appreciate and enjoy – forever…
Now, too late, one can only appreciate what they contributed throughout their life and thank them for doing so.
Interviewed recently in the Sunday Times, Anne Tyler responded to criticisms that not enough happens in her books. She commented: