Last year, on a whim, I decided to revisit Persuasion… and was genuinely taken by surprise: it seemed to me not simply disappointing but actively bad
I am currently re-reading Middlemarch. It’s a good twenty years since I last ploughed through it and I’d forgotten one important fact: at the start of the book, when Dorothea Brooke makes the appallingly stupid mistake of marrying Edward Casaubon, thirty years her senior, she is only nineteen.
First, the confession: I don’t read a lot of books. The day job is demanding, and I’ve got my own stories to worry about. Also, most of the books I … Continue reading
Reading Shirley Jackson, I find myself murmuring, in the trembling voice of a child, “I don’t like this… it’s scary.”
Shortly before I left school, aged eighteen, the headmaster gave a talk about the perils of the Big Wide World that we were about to enter. He had two important … Continue reading
As has often been stated, the whole point about the bad guy is that he thinks he’s the good guy.