This is a collection of two books about several generations of women sort of traipsing across Europe. I will review them separately as I read them that way. Sybille Bedford is a weird writer. She was born in Germany, spent long periods of time travelling around the world, was “more or less British” and then wrote about a variety of subjects. She only wrote a few novels and they were mostly autobiographical. I think she’s a little polarizing, but I like her stuff.   A […]