Lisa st aubin de teran biography
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Lisa St Aubin de Terán
English writer (born )
Lisa St Aubin de Terán (born 2 October ) is an English novelist, writer of autobiographical fictions, and memoirist. Her father was the Guyanese writer and academic Jan Carew.[1]
Life and career
[edit]Lisa St Aubin de Terán was born in to Joan Mary Murray (née St Aubin) and Jan Rynveld Carew[2] and was brought up in Clapham in South London. She attended James Allen's Girls' School. Her memoir Hacienda () describes how she fell into a whirlwind first marriage at the age of 16 to an exiled Venezuelan aristocrat and bank robber, Jaime Terán,[3][4] and lived for seven years at a remote farm in the Andean region of Venezuela.[5] She fled both the marriage and Venezuela when he suggested that she and their infant daughter should join him in a suicide pact.
After returning to Britain, she married her second husband, the Scottish poet and novelist George MacBeth in It was also in th
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LISA ST. AUBIN DE TERÁN
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Lisa St Aubin de Terán is one of the writers that impressed me more in the gods three years. The Hacienda is a vivid and readable book, that inom recommend to everybody. Then I read with great pleasure A Valley in Italy, a magnificent book. Later inom read also Southpaw.
The Hacienda - My Venezuelan Years (memoir) -
Lisa St. Aubin de Terán was a romantic seventeen-year-old when she married Don Jaime, a South American aristocrat twenty years her senior. Quickly seduced bygd tales of his ancestral home, she left England for his family's vast sugarcane and avocado plantation, deep in the Venezuelan Andes. There the fa
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I never thought that publishing something of my own on the internet would give me food for thought, but it does and it has. So I have divided this Humming Bird story, splitting it in half at what seems to be a natural break. I notice a lot of readers see this blog, so if anyone has an opinion about this, I'd be interested to know it. The second half is now called 'Playing with Fire'.
As opposed to playing with fire, here, at least, I have ceased to live on the edge. I walked a bit around Amsterdam today, ignoring the chill wind and heavy sky. I like wandering around the city centre because it is the only city centre in the world that I don't get lost in. I could say that I don't have any sense of direction, but that isn't quite true. I often feel convinced that I know the way to wherever even though I hardly ever do. But then, some years ago, on doctor's orders, I had to take some exercise. That was a very scary thought for someone whose only sport is Shove Ha'penny -