Finally, a video. Filmed in Stygian gloom, and with mad hair – now waist-length, the stuff is absolutely impossible to civilize – it’s nothing like a professional video, which I felt was appropriate: the hi-gloss, hi-res, lipsticked magazine persona has no place here. This is how I am at home, with my husband and child. The book was written from the fulcrum of my bereavement, and I have no interest in marketing it like cat food.
So: from me to you, The Eclipse.