{"id":1170,"date":"2017-09-06T07:35:28","date_gmt":"2017-09-06T11:35:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.silvercentury.org\/2017\/09\/dancing-fish-and-ammonites\/"},"modified":"2018-03-07T13:37:11","modified_gmt":"2018-03-07T18:37:11","slug":"dancing-fish-and-ammonites","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/2017\/09\/dancing-fish-and-ammonites\/","title":{"rendered":"Dancing Fish and Ammonites"},"content":{"rendered":"

By Penelope Lively \u2013 Viking Adult, 2014<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cThis is not quite a memoir. Rather, it is the view from old age.\u201d Novelist Penelope Lively gives fans a glimpse into what has shaped her, letting us know that at 80, she feels as fresh and alive as she has ever been. She experienced a lonely childhood in Egypt and was sent to boarding school in England when her parents divorced. She ruminates on the decades’ passing and shares what she takes from each, briefly touching on a long marriage and motherhood (more, please), suggesting we are as a rolling stone, picking up depth as we go along. She writes about her work, her memory, her reading. Her books remain her one true vice; she admits they are the only possessions she’ll never give up. The charming and intimate musings from this closely observed life leave readers with the understanding that old age is ever evolving and not to be feared.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

By Penelope Lively \u2013 Viking Adult, 2014 \u201cThis is not quite a memoir. Rather, it is the view from old age.\u201d Novelist Penelope Lively gives fans a glimpse into what has shaped her, letting us know that at 80, she…<\/span><\/p>\n

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