Jonathan Self: ‘In Ireland, summer smells sweet, effervescent and damp. In Tuscany, one almost has to push one’s way through it’
Jonathan Self’s recent move to Italy has brought a fresh challenge. Or rather, a hot and heavy one. ‘The plains that reel to southward, dim,/The road runs by me white and bare’, to quote Archibald Lampman on the subject of heat, ‘Up the steep hill it seems to swim/Beyond, and melt into the glare.’ The […]