Much has been written about James’ famous Notting hill home & I can only hope to do justice with these words to the character that he is & to the others who his company has enthralled. To describe my stay here would be an impossible task, as it remains in my mind an ineffable experience. It surpasses the capacity of language to express the encounter. Was it a thing of chance, of luck or perhaps destiny? My mind still wonders..
When one steps into James’ world, it is as if one has entered a novel, a world perhaps conjured up by Fitzgerald, almost inducing a state of hypnosis, leading one to question whether one was even there in the first place. From discussions over art, philosophy and literature, James proved to be a fascinating trove of knowledge, & at times an unyielding intellectual adversary :)
Now that I look over what I’ve written, it seems to be a review of James rather than the room I occupied. It was clean & cosy, offering a restful respite from the whirl of the city!