Lunch with English Novelist John Wain
4 min readSep 5, 2018
“I was never very angry you know…”
In the mid-1980s I was living in Warwick. My first marriage had crumbled and I was renting a small attic flat in a 19th century terraced house. I would often sit at a small table by a window that overlooked a hundred back gardens, watching as many cats. I would read — mostly plays in those days — or try and write a play of my own on a small portable typewriter.
