Before today, I didn’t really know anything about Jan Morris, other than she was one of a number of British writers, who had written a book about travelling through Spain in the twentieth century. Over the last summer I have been collecting and reading such books. So far I have gotten through:
- Rose MacAulay’s Fabled Shore.
- Laurie Lee’s As I Walked Out One Summer Morning.
- VS Prichett’s Marching Spain.
Jan Morris wrote a book called Spain. I wasn’t quite sure from how far back it was written.
I never quite got around to reading it. So it was a bit of a surprise to see her name mentioned in the obituaries today (see also this tribute article). I had no idea she was still alive or that she had done so much in her life. Its a shame that I couldn’t have read her book whilst she was alive. Not sure why I feel like this.