Phyllis Bottome

A good friend of mine reads a lot of work by British women writers from the twentieth century, especially the middle decades. I sometimes pick up books for her if I see something good in a used bookstore, and that’s how I first read D.E. Stevenson and Angela Thirkell (whom I came to detest ). Years ago I gave her a book by Phyllis Bottome, partly because it was a mid-century British woman writer…