Garden of the Gods

This is the third of my books about our family’s stay on the island of Corfu before World War II. Some may find it strange that I’m still finding things to write about that period in my life, but it should be emphasized that at the time—especially by the Greek measure—we were fairly well off; none of us worked in the ordinary sense of the word, and so most of the time we were entertained. Over five years of such a lifestyle, you can accumulate quite a lot of impressions. When you write a series of books with the same people—or mainly the same people—the problem is how not to bore readers of the previous books with endless descriptions of these faces. At the same time, it would be vain to assume that everyone has read the earlier books; it may very well be that a reader is encountering your works for the first time. It’s very difficult to find a path that doesn’t irritate the old reader and doesn’t overload the new reader beyond measure. I hope I managed to do it.