On 14 October 2019 I mused about the usefulness to writers of being unmindful, that is, possible benefits of the opposite of mindfulness. The prompt for such sacrilegious thoughts was a book I’d received for review called The Art of Mindful Reading.

I reviewed the book just before Covid19 became a “thing”. In England, everything came to a shuddering halt in March 2020, and I published my review in February 2020.

The reason I mention these details is that in my review I described a delightful enclave where I could, one of these days, escape for a few hours with a treasured book. I had no idea that the possibility of doing so would be zero for the foreseeable future.

But we live in hope, and there are other quiet places.

Click the cover below to read my review.