I'm on my second volume now and have captured some exquisite drawings.
But it will be quite a volume, like my first book, so I'm taking my time to finish it.
Among them are surely An Angel at my Table, the first volume of Janet Frame's autobiography, and the early scenes of director Jane Campion's The Piano.
In other words, I was rejecting the human condition, which is to be trapped by circumstances". As she recounts it in "Under My Skin," the first volume of her autobiography, Ms. Lessing would do her best to live up to this imperative, angrily defying all her parents' injunctions of caution.
It was an upsetting thing to write - obviously, it goes very deep into me somewhere.'" Visiting New York, Lessing went with a New York Times reporter to the Guggenheim and reflected on the years covered in "Under My Skin," the first volume of her memoirs.
In the first volume, My Brilliant Friend, Ferrante describes how the two girls, Lila and Elena, throw each other's dolls into the cellar of an apartment owned by "the ogre of fairy tales", Don Achille.
She also told Ms. Truman that she had warned her husband not to pardon Nixon, a more definitive statement than one she made in "The Times of My Life" (1978), the first volume of Mrs. Ford's autobiography.
But my colleague James Wood, eloquently seconded more recently by my friend Leland de la Durantaye, has made Knausgaard's account of his own struggles to write his book sound so perversely compelling, so Proustianly essential, that I have dutifully bought my copy of the first volume, and will risk the reputation of Man With Most Boring Book on the Beach as I peruse it.
Once I came out of the worst of it, and no longer felt like sleeping for hours on end, I discovered that the book I'd brought to bed, the object now rolling about inside my duvet, was the first volume of the recently published Kilmartin and Scott-Moncrieff translation of Marcel Proust's Remembrance of Things Past.
By The New Yorker September 30 , 2014[audio url=https://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/170036831] Last year, James Wood reviewed two novels by the Italian author Elena Ferrante: "The Days of Abandonment" and "My Brilliant Friend," the first volume in Ferrante's Neapolitan series, about two women, Lila and Elena, struggling to escape the violence and misogyny of their Naples upbringing.
When recently asked about the last book she had read, Clinton cited the first volume, My Brilliant Friend, describing it as "hypnotic," and adding that she had already begun the second novel.
