Category Archives: Murdoch, Iris

“Sailing Into the Darkness”: John Bayley, Elegy for Iris

Twice, Iris has said to Peter Conradi that she now feels that she is “sailing into the darkness.” It was when he asked her, gently, about her writing. Such a phrase might be said to indicate the sort of inner … Continue reading

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“Ragged, Inglorious, and Apparently Purposeless”: Iris Murdoch, Under the Net

Like a fish which swims calmly in deep water, I felt all about me the secure supporting pressure of my own life. Ragged, inglorious, and apparently purposeless, but my own. In the very last chapter of Under the Net, I finally … Continue reading

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