Following on from Lawrence Norfolk's notebook the other day, and Adèle's references to hers yesterday, I happened upon this short radio programme on the subject, together with an article which explains why the pen is mightier than the keyboard, a lovely piece by Anne Rooney in which she describes reading a writer's notebook as "like looking into lit, uncurtained windows on a winter night ... They give a privileged insight into the interior life - the writer in the wild, roaming his or her territory unaware of observers", and now W. Somerset Maugham's working notebook
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Much to ponder there.
