![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Oh, and banana bread, on which I intuit that Bennett had no fixed opinions until everyone started talking about it: “I’m not making any fucking banana bread ever now,” she says. ![]() Our chat extends, but is not limited to, Beckett, suitable paint colours for bedrooms, the abolition of the monarchy, Heidegger, why theatre would be better in the morning than the evening, avant-garde writers Ann Quin and Annie Ernaux, writing on the dole and the difficulty of finding summer reading (“You can’t be reading Gombrowicz all the time”). She laughs a lot, and raucously, to the point where the ends of her sentences often disappear and then she might pause for long enough for you to wonder whether the Zoom connection has failed. A conversation with Claire-Louise Bennett is a dizzying experience: one minute as rowdy as a fairground, the next more like a reflective walk through woodland. ![]()
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