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Chapters (65)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for the previous work of
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. 24 April 2018
  6. Part 1: Subject
  7. 15 June 1968
  8. 20 June 1968
  9. July 1968
  10. 2 February 2018
  11. Part 2: Light
  12. 20 November 1970
  13. 20 November 1970
  14. 21 November 1970
  15. November 1970
  16. 19 February 2018
  17. Part 3: Focus
  18. 15 April 1977
  19. 18 April 1977
  20. 15 May 1977
  21. July 1977
  22. 26 February 2018
  23. 8 March 2018
  24. 8 March 2018
  25. Part 4: Distance
  26. 15 May 1979
  27. 15 May 1979
  28. 16 May 1979
  29. June 1979
  30. 29 March 2018
  31. 29 March 2018
  32. 27 March 2018
  33. Part 5: Movement
  34. 18 October 1981
  35. 10 April 2018
  36. 18 October 1981
  37. 10 April 2018
  38. 18 October 1981
  39. 10 April 2018
  40. 18 October 1981
  41. 10 April 2018
  42. 10 April 2018
  43. 18 October 1981
  44. 10 April 2018
  45. October 1981
  46. Part 6: Exposure
  47. July 1984
  48. 5 September 1984
  49. 24 April 2018
  50. 25 April 2018
  51. Part 7: Developing
  52. 26 April 2018
  53. Vee, in the lost place, 1984
  54. 26 April 2018
  55. Epilogue
  56. 5 February 2019
  57. Author’s Note
  58. Acknowledgements
  59. Letter from Author
  60. Stephanie Butland’s Readers’ Club
  61. For your Reading Group
  62. For discussion
  63. Select bibliography
  64. About the author
  65. Also by Stephanie Butland

‘I’m not losing my sight.’ Vee had thought there was nothing worse than losing her memories – being unable to recall any details about her father’s death, about Leonie’s, looking back through her photographs desperate for clues to her life and her happiness. But it could be that something worse is waiting for her.

Mr Wilding leans back in his chair, watches her, and waits.

She won’t be pitied. And she won’t be blind, either. It’s just not possible. She refuses.

She blows her nose, then inhales; forces her shoulders down from where they are hunching. ‘What happens now?’

‘Here’s what I suggest you do. Put things in order. Take plenty of rest. Don’t put yourself under undue stress—’

‘Why not?’

‘I’m sorry?’ Mr Wilding is clearly not used to being interrupted. And at whatever he costs a minute, Vee is not surprised. But she does not have time for this. She needs to go out and look at everything, fill what remains of her mind with the colours of the world.

‘What will happen if I don’t rest? If I am under stress?’

‘Well . . .’ Oh, Vee loathes it when people steeple their fingers, prides herself on never having taken that photograph, even though there is a certain class of (usually male) expert who considers it the only way to be portrayed. ‘Well, the disease could be speeded up.’

‘So if I enjoy myself, I might die sooner?’

‘Well . . .’ Mr Wilding says again.

Vee nods, because that’s her answer. ‘What now?’

‘We can give you painkillers, and we’ll ask you to let us know of any changes. We can’t really predict how the disease will progress from here, I’m afraid. We know the possibilities—’

‘And the end,’ Vee says.

He nods. ‘Sadly, yes. We know the end. That’s mandatory for all of us.’

‘Mandatory. Bloody men,’ Vee says, and laughs, and Mr Wilding joins in, though Vee isn’t sure that either of them think what she said is funny.

8 March 2018

8 March 2018

International Women’s Day

Five million Spanish women mark International Women’s Day by taking part in the country’s first ‘feminist strike’, demonstrating against sexual discrimination, domestic violence and the wage gap.

Seven weeks until exhibition opening