Who is Doris Lessing

Doris May Lessing (née Tayler; 22 October 1919 – 17 November 2013) was a British novelist. She was born to British parents in Iran, where she lived until 1925. Her family then moved to Southern Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe), where she remained until moving in 1949 to London, England. Her novels include The Grass Is Singing (1950), the sequence of five novels collectively called Children of Violence (1952–1969), The Golden Notebook (1962), The Good Terrorist (1985), and five novels collectively known as Canopus in Argos: Archives (1979–1983).

Lessing was awarded the 2007 Nobel Prize in Literature. In awarding the prize, the Swedish Academy described her as "that epicist of the female experience, who with scepticism, fire and visionary power has subjected a divided civilisation t...
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Jloughranauthor: “there are no laws for a novel. there never has been, nor can there ever be.” - doris lessing
Mikelovessf: “there is no doubt fiction makes a better job of the truth.” ― doris may lessing, under my skin: volume one of my autobiography, to 1949
Candyfrank8: it is the mark of great people to treat trifles as trifles and important matters as important. - doris lessing
Wa47137: so love is rest? the cosy corner? the little nook?sometimes it ought to be. sometimes it is.,doris lessing, play with a tiger,comfort, love,
Si63656: that's what learning is. you suddenly understand something you understood all your life but in a new way.,doris lessing,order, organization,
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Night-Scene In Genoa
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In Genoa, when the sunset gave
Its last warm purple to the wave,
No sound of war, no voice of fear,
Was heard, announcing danger near:
Though deadliest foes were there, whose hate
But slumber'd till its hour of fate,
Yet calmly, at the twilight's close,
Sunk the wide city to repose.
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