An apparently simple story, like a fairy story, but with complex, recursive thinking about ontology and desire. It’s shot through with ironic distance, and the distinctive Diski note of apparent objectivity masking implied feeling. (I have to add here that I was married to Jenny Diski, so have a special fondness for her writing, but that’s not the only reason for including this story.)
First published in the New Statesman, reprinted in The Vanishing Princess, Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1995
A Personal Anthology 