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Edmund de Waal’s diary: Selling nothing, and why writers need ping-pong

Plus: Literary speed dating at Yale, and an installation near Salisbury

10 October 2015

9:00 AM

10 October 2015

9:00 AM

On the top landing of the Royal Academy is the Sackler Sculpture Corridor, a long stony shelf of torsos of gods, martial bodies, heads, a vast foot. At one end Michelangelo’s Taddei Tondo is hidden behind slightly green glass. It is worth any pilgrimage. At the other end is a modest door into the print room and library.

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Edmund de Waal’s The White Road: a Pilgrimage of Sorts is published by Chatto and Windus. Edmund de Waal is a potter, and the author of The Hare with Amber Eyes and, most recently, The White Road.

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