I own a framed photograph of Iris Murdoch. It's been in a cupboard for several years but now that I'm re-reading her I've hoiked it out and hung it on the wall.
I bought it from the Guardian. It's the work of one of their staff photographers but not I'm fairly certain of the great Jane Bown (more's the pity). It's a head and shoulders shot. Murdoch, aged about 60, is standing against a wodge of unremarkable brickwork, looking out at us shyly, quizzically, humorously, flirtatiously. People used to ask me if she was a relative.
I bought it from the Guardian. It's the work of one of their staff photographers but not I'm fairly certain of the great Jane Bown (more's the pity). It's a head and shoulders shot. Murdoch, aged about 60, is standing against a wodge of unremarkable brickwork, looking out at us shyly, quizzically, humorously, flirtatiously. People used to ask me if she was a relative.