P.D. James died last week, "peacefully at home in Oxford," at age ninety four. But I'm sure you know this already.
She was one of a kind. A seemingly gentle, charming and erudite woman who loved to talk and wonder and write about death. Violent death.
I love Elizabeth Renzetti's remark in her Globe and Mail article, in response to the press release that James had died peacefully.... "Peacefully. You have to laugh. It's not like she was ever interested in peaceful deaths- death by hanging, and stabbing and poison, yes." Renzetti, who interviewed James several times over the years, remembers her fondly... even reverently. You can read her full article here.
|P.D. James workin' it old school in 1980|