Hand in Glove

by Sarah

After wringing out my sodden handkerchief and shocking my face back to its usual size and colour with a good splash of icy water, I vowed to buy a copy of Turgenev’s ‘On… Continue reading →

All Church And No Prostitutes Would Have Made Robert A Dull Boy

by Lucy

Jekyll and Hyde is more Gothic than a black cat wearing a skull collar, sat on the turret of a crumbling castle, listening to The Cure on its iPod. Stevenson wrote it whilst… Continue reading →

What In God’s Name Is Up With The Gods?

by Lucy

Film and the snippets of legends in the public consciousness make the Greek gods out to be so, well damn god-like. Sitting about what looks like a health spa on a mountain in… Continue reading →

The Light, The Stick and The Kitchen Table

by Sarah

From the very first page of ‘To The Lighthouse’, it’s clear that the Ramseys have mastered the good cop/bad cop parental double act – the dysfunctional strategy of choice for many families. Like… Continue reading →

The Wages Of Sin Should Be Dog Food

by Lucy

I feel really, really sorry for Sin. She’s had a horrible time of it, much worse than Oliver Twist or little orphan Annie. The sun is not coming out for her tomorrow, or… Continue reading →

Why Proust?

by Sarah

I’m not sure when I made the decision to tackle Proust, but, I resolved many years ago that if I did nothing else with my life, I would at least attempt to be… Continue reading →