‘Our memory is outside us’: introducing author Annie Ernaux
Sitting on my bookshelf is an unassuming paperback bound in a plain white sleeve, its title, The Years, emblazoned across its front, the only clue to what lies within. Between the…
Sitting on my bookshelf is an unassuming paperback bound in a plain white sleeve, its title, The Years, emblazoned across its front, the only clue to what lies within. Between the…