Doris Lessing
Doris Lessing (1919-2013) is the author of more than twenty novels, as well as autobiogrpahy, poetry, drama, non-fiction and short story collections. She was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2007. Her first contribution to Granta was a short story in 1984, and her last was a ‘London View’ in 2008. Her most notable works include The Grass Is Singing, The Golden Notebook, The Good Terrorist and a five novel series known as Canopus in Argos.
Doris Lessing on Granta.com
Essays & Memoir | The Online Edition
Chickens and Eggs
Doris Lessing
‘Twenty-one days it takes to hatch eggs, twenty-one nights, and there sits the great fierce hen who had accepted me as protector and jailer for that time.’
Essays & Memoir | The Online Edition
The Death of a Chair
Doris Lessing
‘To attack the chair I equipped myself with a saw, sharp scissors and a claw hammer.’
Essays & Memoir | The Online Edition
Doris Lessing | A London View
Doris Lessing
‘No one driving along it could possibly guess the truth.’
Essays & Memoir | The Online Edition
The Roads of London
Doris Lessing
‘You could not get a decent cup of coffee anywhere in the British Isles.’
Essays & Memoir | The Online Edition
Events in the Skies
Doris Lessing
‘He told me that when he remembered his childhood that aeroplane was in the sky.’
Essays & Memoir | The Online Edition
My Mother’s Life (Part Two)
Doris Lessing
‘‘No, you can not,’ said my mother, ‘we can't afford it.’ Prophets are never appreciated by their nearest and dearest.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 14
Impertinent Daughters
Doris Lessing
‘She loved examinations, came first in class, adored mathematics, and was expected for a time to become a professional pianist.’
Doris Lessing on class structures and her Victorian mother.
Essays & Memoir | Issue 14
Under Another Name
Doris Lessing
‘No, Jane Somers is not my mother, but thoughts of women like my mother fed Jane Somers.’
Fiction | Issue 13
Jane Somers’s Diaries
Doris Lessing
‘I had never thought that before, never felt life in that way, as I did then; washing Maudie Fowler, a fierce angry old woman.’