There is a problem for the writer who decides to write his or her autobiography; and it is one that I have had to make a decision about. I know who I am when I am being myself in my day to day existence; I know who I am when I am writing and publishing my work. But who am I when the two collide? In fact, whose name will appear on the cover? Finally, I decided that I must emerge from my concealing curtain-my pen-name-and face the fact that Barbara...