National Catholic Register, Joseph Pearce:
One meets the most interesting and intriguing people on planes. This past weekend, I found myself sitting next to a talkative person, a woman in her mid-50s, who was not shy about telling her life story. She told me about her job, her father, who was English, and her mother, who was not. She was herself from upstate New York but now lived in Charlotte, North Carolina. Her husband had been killed six years earlier in a motorcycle accident.
Eventually and inevitably, she asked me what I did. I told her that I was a writer. She asked me what I wrote. I told her that I wrote biographies, and especially biographies of writers. As this elicited a puzzled look, I felt compelled to elaborate. I told her of some of the better-known people of whom I’d written. Shakespeare. Wilde. C. S. Lewis. Tolkien. Read the rest here.
