The temperature has risen to 5ºF above zero this morning. At least this crisp weather freezes out the damp.
Last night I started reading The Animals, Love Letters Between Christopher Isherwood and Don Bachardy, just out in 2014.
In Chris's very first letter (page 3)––February 1956, written from his mother's house in Cheshire, England––he describes winter without central heating:
You can see why he stayed in California.
"Christopher Isherwood and Don Bachardy,"
by David Hockney (1968), via
Last night I started reading The Animals, Love Letters Between Christopher Isherwood and Don Bachardy, just out in 2014.
In Chris's very first letter (page 3)––February 1956, written from his mother's house in Cheshire, England––he describes winter without central heating:
"The house is damp as a sponge, and cold––you can see your breath even when standing by the fire––and the sheets are damp like graveclothes and the books on the shelves smell like corpses. And in the kitchen and scullery there are very old smells of dried fat in skillets and old old black rags that are quite frighteningly filthy in a 19th century way, like something out of Oliver Twist.
...I spend a lot of time scrubbing things. If only the pipes don't freeze!"
You can see why he stayed in California.
by David Hockney (1968), via
