three stars? four stars?
Sometimes I do this. Instead of reading biograpy or memoir of someone I know(in the broadest sense), I read those of complete stranger to me. I've read one book by Bennett before reading this and I have no idea whatsoever who he is or what he does.
Regardless, Bennett is a writer I can really enjoy. I especially loved the part about the woman living on his garden and his diary entries. Some of his review and essay rather plodding for me to follow. Maybe it's because I was only interested in reading the gossips he had strewn around his diary.