Jenny Diski’s prose is as sharp and steely as her imagination is wild and wondrous. When she died of cancer in April 2016, after chronicling her illness in an unforgettable series of essays in the London Review of Books, she was mourned by readers, admirers, and critics around the world, who had come to love the cool and unflinching tone that defined her singular voice. She explored the subjects of sex, power, domesticity, femininity, hysteria, and loneliness with humor and honesty.