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If Harold Pinter’s plays were about the weasel under the cocktail cabinet, Charmian Clift’s memoirs are about fish rotting in the Greek island sun. With her writer husband, George Johnston, and their three children, she decamped from London in 1954, first to Kalymnos and then to Hydra.
The Australian couple,. It all looks so impossibly glamorous – not least because Charmian was a real looker: high cheekbones, plump lips and a tide of black hair spilling over the collar of her white linen shirts, collar turned up.
