Elizabeth Furse was a by turns a Communist, a Resistance fighter and spy in World War II, a noted participant in postwar British filmmaking, the keeper of a disheveled but popular London salon/social club, a collector of crowds of long-suffering friends including my parents, and, apparently, a holy terror as a mother to her many accomplished children and stepchildren.
My parents lived in the world before email, and they and their friends were prolific correspondents. I've become fascinated with the picture these letters provide of twentieth-century life among a group of friends.
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