I’m a little late, I know, but I’ve just read Peter Mayle’s A Year in Provence. I loved it. It was like taking a vicarious holiday. I had been in New York for eight months doing my play and was stuck in a dark apartment, and it gave me the feeling of countryside and open air. Right now I’m in the middle of Arthur Ashe’s Days of Grace, which I’m very moved by, partly because I had the pleasure to work with him on a British television program, Fighting Back, shortly before he died. He was an exceptional human being. Next I’m looking forward to burrowing into a compelling mystery-Peter Hoeg’s Smilla’s Sense of Snow.