No Modernism Without Lesbians is the definite title of my next book. 2 April 2020 is the publication date, Head of Zeus the publisher. The jacket has been approved and passed and I must learn to love it as much as others say they do. There was lots of interest in the book at the Frankfurt Book Fair, so Georgina, my agent, says. Photographs are being researched – there is an allocation of 40 – and the manuscript is with the copy editor who I hope will not have a comma fetish. I share Gertrude Stein’s disdain for commas question marks and exclamation marks. I suppose house style will put me in my place.
For days I have struggled with references citations and justifications and all the end-of-book parings and detritus. I know everything comes from somewhere and there’s no such place as nowhere, but…. it’s like looking under the bed and in all the cupboards. I’m insufficiently methodical, have a rubbish memory and have never enjoyed this accounting business.
This will be my fourteenth book. I used to think I’d like to write six. Now I’d like to write just one more. Maybe two.