And a Dog Called Fig is the story of one writer\'s Life with dogs (including a frisky new puppy), how they are uniquely ideal companions for building a creative life, and some delightful tales about dogs and their famous writers Into my writer\'s isolation will come a dog, to sit beside my chair or to lie on the couch while I work, to force me outside for a walk, and suddenly, although still lonely, this writer will have a companion.
Includes Black-and-White Photographs.
And if we let them guide us, they will show us many worlds we would otherwise miss.
Every work of art is different; so too is every dog, with distinctive needs and lessons.
A love song to the dogs who come into our lives and all that they bring--sorrow, mayhem, reflection, joy--this is a book about steadfast friendship and loss, creativity and craft, and the restorative powers of nature.
Interspersed are stories of other writers and their own irreplaceable companions: Virginia Woolf and Grizzle, Gertrude Stein and Basket, Thomas Hardy and Wessex--who walked the dining table at dinner parties, taking whatever he liked--and many more.
And a Dog Called Fig is a memoir of the Writing Life told through the dogs Humphreys has lived with and loved over a lifetime, including Fig, her new Vizsla puppy.
What an artist needs, Helen Humphreys would say, is a dog.
An artist needs a familiar, a companion with emotional intelligence, innate curiosity, an enthusiasm for the world beyond, but also the capacity to rest contentedly for many hours.
But within this quiet also lie loneliness, self-doubt, the danger of collapsing too far inward.
An artist\'s Solitude is a sacred space, one to be guarded from the chaos of the world, where the sparks of inspiration can be kindled into fires of creation.
And a Dog Called Fig is the story of one writer\'s Life with dogs (including a frisky new puppy), how they are uniquely ideal companions for building a creative life, and some delightful tales about dogs and their famous writers Into my writer\'s isolation will come a dog, to sit beside my chair or to lie on the couch while I work, to force me outside for a walk, and suddenly, although still lonely, this writer will have a companion
