« During those years nearly all the pages I wrote passed first to you. And you responded in a flash and made suggestions and types them and sent them out and followed them up and arranged translations and contracts.
Whilst writing I consistently awaited your reactions. Writing for me is a form of stripping away, of trying to lead the reader closer to something naked. And the expectation of this nakedness, we shared. We wanted to peer together at what lay behind the names of things and, when we did, we held on to each other tight. This holding on gave me the courage to continue when again writing alone. »
John Berger, extract from Flying Skirts, an elegy (2015) by John and Yves Berger.
