About Me

 

Hello, I am Emily Herring.

I received my PhD from the University of Leeds in 2020 and I am now working as a freelance writer and editor.

I am currently under contract with Basic Books to write the first biography of Henri Bergson in English.



Sadly, that is not a real tattoo. 


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