Somewhere Towards the End (15 page)

T
HE TREE FERN:
it now has nine fronds each measuring about twelve inches long, and within a few days of each frond unfurling to its full length, a little nub of green appears in the fuzzy top of the ‘trunk' (out of which all fronds sprout and into which you have to pour water). This little nub is the start of a new frond, which grows very slowly to begin with but faster towards the end – so much faster that you can almost see it moving. I was right in thinking that I will never see it being a tree, but I underestimated the pleasure of watching it being a fern. It was worth buying.

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Diana Athill
was born in 1917. She worked for the BBC throughout the Second World War and then helped André Deutsch establish the publishing company that bore his name. Athill's distinguished career as an editor is the subject of her acclaimed memoir Stet, which is also published by Granta Books, as are four other volumes of memoirs –
Instead of a Letter, After a Funeral, Yesterday Morning, Make Believe
– and a novel,
Don't Look at Me Like That. Somewhere Towards the End
won the 2008 Costa Biography Award.

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First published in Great Britain by Granta Books 2008
This ebook edition published by Granta Books 2009

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ISBN 978 1 84708 158 2

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