‘I’ve got out at last,’ said the woman behind the wallpaper. ‘And you can’t put me back.’ It begins, as all good horrors do, with a husband who means well. John is a physician, a man of reason and gentle authority, and therefore utterly unfit to understand his wife’s soul. He prescribes what men have … Continue reading The Woman in the Wall: Madness, Marriage, and the Myth of Care
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The Virus: A Parable of Power and Pathogens
Never thought I’d find myself reading this, but, curiosity got the better of me. It’s one of history’s tidier ironies that a man once wrote a novel about an incompetent government facing a deadly plague - only for his son to later preside over one. The Virus (originally The Marburg Virus, 1982) is Stanley Johnson’s … Continue reading The Virus: A Parable of Power and Pathogens
Chopin’s Raindrop Prelude: The Soul Beneath the Storm
Some days heaven seems undecided about whether to weep or pray. Chopin caught one of them. His Prelude in D-flat major, Op. 28 No. 15 - the so-called Raindrop Prelude - drips like eternity through a cracked roof, each note a soft reminder that beauty isn’t the absence of suffering, but its echo. The piece … Continue reading Chopin’s Raindrop Prelude: The Soul Beneath the Storm
The Orcs of Academia: On the Fall of Myth and the Rise of the Moron
I woke this morning to read that The Lord of the Rings ‘demonises people of colour.’ For a moment I thought I’d stumbled into a parody site, or perhaps Mordor had opened a diversity department. But no - this was genuine academic commentary, the sort of thing one now finds oozing from the lecture halls … Continue reading The Orcs of Academia: On the Fall of Myth and the Rise of the Moron
The Forest That Feels: On Doré’s Inferno and the Suicide of the Soul
Gustave Doré, Inferno, Canto XIII: The Forest of Suicides, 1866.Wood engraving for Dante Alighieri’s The Divine Comedy (public domain image). When I first looked at Doré’s Forest of Suicides, I thought of winter trees after a storm - those half-living skeletons that creak when the wind passes through, as if remembering they were once alive. … Continue reading The Forest That Feels: On Doré’s Inferno and the Suicide of the Soul
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