I’m reacquainting myself with An Angel at My Table by Janet Frame, which I must have read about twenty years ago. I will have been introduced to it via the Jane Campion film of 1990 on the basis that I had never heard of Janet Frame before that film. I am quite happy to let a film introduce me to the book (I know the considered reading etiquette is to read first and watch later, but I was never one for that convention.)
In looking for an image of the book to add to this page, I found a link to Penelope Fitzgerald and discovered a very encouraging couple of sentences in her biographical details:
She was first published at sixty and became famous at eighty. This is a
story of lateness, patience and persistence: a private form of heroism.
Lateness, patience and persistence. It’s never too late, patience is a virtue, and persistence? To quote, Hal Borland:
Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
Frame, J. An Angel at My Table (2008; London: Virago)