RIP ELizabeth Jane Howard

This morning I was just reading one of the many articles printed recently following the publication of her fifth Cazalet novel, All Change, marvelling at the spirit of a woman who, despite being ninety, was writing her fifteenth novel, with a working title Human Error. A woman whose mother was usually silent about all the things that matter, but after Howard's fourth novel was published told her she thought the first one was the best. (As Elizabeth Jane Howard stated, it was like being told 'you were so lovely playing Juliet when you were 13.') A woman whose writing almost came to a standstill during her marriage to Kingsley Amis, the fellow novelist whose household of anything up to a dozen people she looked after, while he carried on writing even up until the point of moving house, when his desk was moved from under him. Personally I think she was the more talented writer and more interesting person, but I suppose I am biased. She spent her last decade and more in my home town, and I attended two of her readings several years ago; even more years ago I read her autobiography, Slipstream (2002). What courage and determination, despite recently suffering a fall and cracked rib plus increased physical frailty, she seemed determined to make up for lost time and show no letting up of her creative activities, writing every morning.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-25581260