So, as promised, the first post of the series, on the day it was promised. That bodes well …  I am so happy it’s Bill Condon, and this be why. I once (yes, only once) won an award as an unpublished writer, and part of the deal was that I got to attend a big industry dinner. I was eight months pregnant, heartily regretting my decision to

I once met a man who had bought a house formerly owned by the author Morris West. Bet you didn’t see that coming. (Knowing who Morris West is isn’t really crucial to the rest of the story, but just in case -Australian author, hugely successful, started Vatican Lit, that sort of thing.) Anyway, he said that Mr West’s office had been specially constructed as a secret