Shirley Hazzard and Elizabeth Harrower met in person for the first time in London in 1972, six years after they began a correspondence that would span four decades.

They exchanged letters, cards and telegrams and made occasional phone calls between Harrower’s home in Sydney and Hazzard’s apartments in New York, Naples and Capri. The two women wrote to each other of their daily lives, of impediments to writing, their reading, politics and, in Hazzard’s case, her travels. And they wrote about Hazzard’s mother, for whose care Elizabeth took increasing and increasingly reluctant responsibility from the early 1970s (precisely the period when she herself virtually stopped writing).