Author Lavinia Blundell-White

A proud mother and a mistress of dreamlike prose that cuts deep into one’s soul with a serrated edge dipped in sugar, Lavinia spends her time taking baths in Chanel No. 5 and immersing herself in dusty shelves of black vinyl, cherishing life’s music and intrigue. Expect the unexpected and prepare to wander along her pathways of wondrous words.

Travel
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“My father spent much time in Geneva…and suggested that I spend some time there in the calm and tranquil surroundings of classically approved beauty. But what did I care for such things?” Lavinia Blundell-White savours a Swiss idyll…

Fiction
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“A restlessness pervaded his slightest movements as he sat behind a desk in the small dusty office that overlooked the minarets of the Near East. The call of the muezzin cried and wailed in the distance…”

Music Julian Bliss
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“Julian Bliss is surely a case for the progressive education movement, a shining example of nature versus nuture. At the age of five he decided to pick up a clarinet of all things, and learn to play it.”

Hotels
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“I found myself at the chic new concrete concourse that is Kings Cross at the hitherto unheard of hour of 8am, to catch a train to the unknown quantity of Middlethorpe Hall in deepest Yorkshire.”

Musings
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You have snagged yourself a Valentine’s date with a beautiful, mysterious, curvaceous bundle of trouble. What’s an intelligent, urbane man about town to do by way of preparation? A few words of advice from Lady Lavinia…

Musings
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The sun sets in Ibiza at around 9.57pm, and as the moon comes up so do I, surrounded by a rush and heaving mass of vibrating bass, boom, boom, boom and in my head there, I go, you, me, I, he, all at once.

Music
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My reactions to music are purely emotional: love, hatred or indifference. Music is only important…