Adelaide Sophia Claxton, The Party on the Stairs (c. 1875). Watercolour with bodycolour, 50 × 45 cm. Public domain. Image via Wikimedia Commons. The staircase is one of those odd places in a house where something uncanny always threatens to happen. One’s neither in the drawing room nor the bedroom, but somewhere in the thin … Continue reading The Party on the Stairs: Ghosts in Petticoats and the Stumble of Innocence
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A Ghost in the Glass: Charlotte Brontë and the Churchyard Photograph
Haworth Churchyard photograph, John Stewart, c.1856–57. © Brontë Society. Sourced via annebronte.org. There’s a photograph - albumen print, sepia-toned, crisp with the shadows of headstones - that has set imaginations aflame for more than a century. It shows Haworth churchyard, with its lichen-bitten tombs and overhanging sky, a place where the dead vastly outnumber the … Continue reading A Ghost in the Glass: Charlotte Brontë and the Churchyard Photograph
The Fires That Cleanse: On Purgatory, Scripture, and the Uneasy Middle
On the back of a rotten dream and a few following unsettled nights, I dragged just about every scriptural reference book I own out, blew off the dust, and began scratching out the following. It’s heavy but it’s worth the toil. I think. The Catholic doctrine of Purgatory has always been a scandal to the … Continue reading The Fires That Cleanse: On Purgatory, Scripture, and the Uneasy Middle
Wilde’s The Canterville Ghost: A Ghost Story that Refuses to be Gothic
Ghosts, we are told, ought to terrify. They ought to shuffle about in winding sheets, rattle chains, and mutter warnings about imminent doom. In the long Gothic tradition - from Horace Walpole’s Otranto to the shadowy corridors of Mrs Radcliffe - apparitions exist to unsettle our digestion and our theology in equal measure. Yet Oscar … Continue reading Wilde’s The Canterville Ghost: A Ghost Story that Refuses to be Gothic
The Demons at the Trailhead
“If you talk to any serious hiker they’re like yes, demons are real, make sure you don’t walk along a stream for too long, sometimes a witch trails me for miles, avoid wearing bright colours, and pray before entering the forest. The ancient is still very much alive along the edges.” I stumbled upon that … Continue reading The Demons at the Trailhead
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