‘Three bicycles. Seven ghosts. A crumbling apartment block on the hill. Fame. Tenderness. The statue of Peter Pan. Silk. Melancholy. The banana tree. A Pandemic. A love story.’
From one of the great thinkers and writers of our time, comes the highly anticipated final instalment in Deborah Levy’s critically acclaimed ‘Living Autobiography’
‘I can’t think of any writer aside from Virginia Woolf who writes better about what it is to be a woman’ Observer on The Cost of Living
Following the international critical acclaim of The Cost of Living, this final volume of Deborah Levy’s ‘Living Autobiography’ is an exhilarating, thought-provoking and boldly intimate meditation on home and the spectres that haunt it.
‘I began to wonder what myself and all unwritten and unseen women would possess in their property portfolios at the end of their lives. Literally, her physical property and possessions, and then everything else she valued, though it might not be valued by society. What might she claim, own, discard and bequeath? Or is she the real estate, owned by patriarchy? In this sense, Real Estate is a tricky business. We rent it and buy it, sell and inherit it – but we must also knock it down.’
‘Real Estate is a book to dive into. Come on in, the water’s lovely.’ The Daily Telegraph
‘Her reflections on domesticity, freedom and romance are so beautiful, I found myself underlining multiple sentences a page. Wry, warm and uplifting, it’s a book I’ll return to again and again.’ Stylist