Recently I read The Black Douglas by Victorian novelist S.R. Crockett, whose works have recently been republished by Ayton Publishing. Being introduced to Crockett was an interesting and enlightening experience. Here we have an author who was, in his lifetime, as popular as Dickens. Just over a century later, he’s largely forgotten (though he might… Continue reading The Great Slush Pile of History
It seems like yesterday that I was bemoaning the onset of winter. Now, summer is almost upon us (or at least it is here in Italy, where 25°C is considered a perfectly reasonable May temperature). And summer is, in my mind, associated with one thing above all else: the Edinburgh eBook Festival, masterminded by the… Continue reading Staying Undead: Gothic Fiction
It’s that time of year again, when office workers everywhere get drunk and photocopy their most intimate parts, when TV audiences can look forward to endless repeats of The Sound of Music and Zulu, and it’s impossible to walk into a shop without hearing the strains of “Feed the World” or “Jingle Bell Rock”. Yes, as… Continue reading Season’s Greetings and all That…
… as the first writing composition of the academic year was always entitled, when I was in primary school.
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