Helen Simpson

Cockfosters holds a mirror up to the way we live -- the old, comfortable friendships and small, slight connections we make with the people we pass. From the middle-aged school friends on an unplanned journey to the end of the Piccadilly Line to the recipe written to a daughter on the verge of...

Részlet:"HajnalbanKopp... kopp... kopp!Szürkült. Amikor a kopogás megismétlődött, a toronyóra éppen elütötte a hármat.A lárma felriasztotta a bányavároska girbe- görbe utcáját.Periduban korán feküdtek le az emberek. Lámpára nem volt szükségük. A hegytetőn éjjel-nappal...

In her second collection of short stories, Helen Simpson continues to explore ideas of independence, solitude, marriage, sex and babies with her characteristic blend of comedy and lyricism. Here are tales of young love - successful or thwarted, intense or comic. From a wedding day for one,...

up at a Villa THEY WERE WOKEN BY THE DEEP-CHESTED BAWLING OF AN angry baby. Wrenched from wine-dark slumber, the four of them sat up, flustered, hair stuck with pine needles, gulping awake with little light breaths of concentration. They weren't supposed to be here, they remembered that. They...

THE LITTLE TIPEWilliam was a boy, not very old, who lived in Ireland. The house he lived in he had been born in, and so had his father, and his father's people for many a long year back. It was a thin house and a tall one ; there was one part of it that was round, on account of having once been...