Recalling the great critic, painter, and poet John Berger, who died on 2 January
In John Berger’s 2005 collection of short stories, Here Is Where We Meet, a collection which might be described as fictionalised memoir and which contains eight, or more precisely 8½, loosely interweaving autobiographical stories, the author’s dead mother relates to him a memory of his childhood self. ‘I never saw anyone look as hard as you did, sitting on the edge of your seat,’ she tells him.