Book review: Ironskin by Tina Connolly (Tor Books, 2012) Jane Eliot wears an iron mask. It’s the only way to contain the fey curse that
I’ve often wondered why in Jane Austen the interesting new acquaintances of the heroine’s age are often men rather than women. If the women are
Book review: Charlotte: The Final Journey of Jane Eyre by DM Thomas (Duck Editions, 2000) A manuscript is discovered purporting to be the work of
Brilliant sunlight dancing over a silver lake How I’d love to blow it up before breakfast Whispering winds over desert plains Can’t wait to see
The frankness of your blurglecruncheon Fills my nostrils with a great sense of war There are so many things I would like to shout to
Can you hear him whistling Through an ocean of tears Shed because there was no one there To stamp his form twice and file it
Oh slimy crankleblots On the shoulder of my knees See how you blather in With globs of elated bees Curses be to all and one
Novella review: The Turn of the Screw by Henry James (1898) The opening of this Victorian novella is that it’s someone listening to a friend
Thy freddled loontingbells chime arbluously silent There can be no competition in the lurgid starship Do you believe in fruntishly dooling coincitrance? Brezzled be in