Haunted, Harrassed, and Hard-Done-By: Susan Hill’s The Woman in Black

They say curiosity killed the cat, but if you ask me, it merely got the cat thoroughly spooked and left it clinging to the curtains like a caffeinated spider. Such is the effect Susan Hill’s The Woman in Black has on a reader: you pick it up thinking you’re in for a quaint little ghost … Continue reading Haunted, Harrassed, and Hard-Done-By: Susan Hill’s The Woman in Black

Confessions of a Shandean: Or, How I Came to Love a Book That Can’t Keep Its Trousers On

I must begin, dear reader, with a warning: Tristram Shandy is not a novel - it is a literary striptease performed by a madman with a feather quill and far too much time on his hands. Approaching it as one might approach a standard narrative is like bringing a map to a dream: utterly useless … Continue reading Confessions of a Shandean: Or, How I Came to Love a Book That Can’t Keep Its Trousers On

Christian Science: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Misdiagnose Everything

Before we begin, a quick word of warning: if you’re a devout Christian Scientist, a fan of metaphysical reasoning, or simply allergic to sarcasm, you may wish to pop the kettle on and find a gentler corner of the internet. What follows is a light-hearted take on Christian Science - a movement born in 19th-century … Continue reading Christian Science: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Misdiagnose Everything

Thrawn Janet by Robert Louis Stevenson: A Masterpiece Buried Beneath a Mound of Linguistic Muck

Reading Robert Louis Stevenson’s Thrawn Janet is rather like stumbling across a hidden bottle of whisky in a dusty old kirk - an unexpected pleasure, provided you can stomach the cobwebs and the dead rats floating inside. The story itself, once you prise it out from beneath the dreadful mound of vernacular rubble, is a … Continue reading Thrawn Janet by Robert Louis Stevenson: A Masterpiece Buried Beneath a Mound of Linguistic Muck

Tending Life’s Garden: A Reflection on Christina Rossetti’s Warning

Christina Rossetti - she always did have a knack for wrapping melancholy in silk and leaving us to untangle the knots. Her poem here, with its mournful musings and botanical regrets, is no exception. It’s a lament, to be sure, but one that blooms with quiet beauty even as it wilts under the frost of … Continue reading Tending Life’s Garden: A Reflection on Christina Rossetti’s Warning