Elizabeth Smart was born in Ottawa, Canada, in 1913. She was educated at private schools in Canada and, for a year, at King’s College, University of London. Her landmark work, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept was published in 1945. After the war she supported herself and her family through journalism and advertising work. In 1963 she became literary and associate editor of Queen magazine but subsequently dropped out of the literary scene to live quietly in a remote part of Suffolk. She died in 1986.

‘Smart writes like an angel. Again and again a vein of pure poetry opens in this little book’ The Times‘Welcome back to Elizabeth Smart. Sometimes an echo of Beckett breaks into her soliloquy, but more often her prose has a strong female beat, an earthy indifference’ Daily Telegraph‘At its best, reading Smart’s writing on love is like standing in front of a blast furnace’ The Times‘Some Audenesque echoes occur, as do nods towards Joyce, or perhaps Beckett. But it is Smart’s ability to encompass the whole modern female reaction to the male ordered world, matched in British women novelists perhaps only by Fay Weldon, that impresses most’ Sunday Times

Elizabeth Smart was born in Ottawa, Canada, in 1913. She was educated at private schools in Canada and, for a year, at King’s College, University of London. Her landmark work, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept was published in 1945. After the war she supported herself and her family through journalism and advertising work. In 1963 she became literary and associate editor of Queen magazine but subsequently dropped out of the literary scene to live quietly in a remote part of Suffolk. She died in 1986.

‘Smart writes like an angel. Again and again a vein of pure poetry opens in this little book’ The Times‘Welcome back to Elizabeth Smart. Sometimes an echo of Beckett breaks into her soliloquy, but more often her prose has a strong female beat, an earthy indifference’ Daily Telegraph‘At its best, reading Smart’s writing on love is like standing in front of a blast furnace’ The Times‘Some Audenesque echoes occur, as do nods towards Joyce, or perhaps Beckett. But it is Smart’s ability to encompass the whole modern female reaction to the male ordered world, matched in British women novelists perhaps only by Fay Weldon, that impresses most’ Sunday Times