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Before the War - Fay Weldon 

★★★½

On a cold November in London in 1922,  Vivvie Ripple awaits the train. She is a very wealthy and well-bred young woman, but lamentably inept at social interactions, clumsy, plain and much too tall. 595 more words

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Golden Hill by Francis Spufford

New York in 1746 is a small town of 7,000 people, perched at the end of Manahatta Island, a place which  English and Dutch influences vie: the Bowery is still the Bouwerij, Brooklyn is still Breuckelen. 336 more words

New York

Why you must Remember your Story isn't Real to Craft True Suspense

Picture this: it’s the middle of a dramatic story and the main character is being lowered into a pit of ravenous crocodiles. Meanwhile, the villain is launching a doomsday device which will destroy the whole world! 647 more words

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How to Tell it How it is!

Well, actually, in the name of honesty and an unerring commitment to the truth, far greater rigour is, and must be, demanded here of not only the description itself but the very details composing and forming it — and let me tell you, it just so happens that that is what I am gonna darn well give y’all, with all the masculine, steely resolve pre-1980s Hollywood heroes and heartthrobs employed when it  came to  getting “their girl”.)  I am sure—though, on second thought I am not so certain; no, not certain by a long way. 321 more words

The Reflex: Writing in the Dark

The post is about writing and self-reflexivity or meta-fiction.

It seems to me that writing is naturally self-reflexive. Especially creative writing. Why that is I don’t know but it goes back all the way to Homer’s epics and the dawn of Western literature. 434 more words

Writing

Creative Conversation

A few days ago I wrote a post about having a conversation with one of the characters that I was writing. I figured I might as well post the actual conversation as well: 763 more words

Writing

It's too early for it to not be dystopian

I was born in the back end of paradise at the foot of a wall. Now I’m old enough and ugly enough to fend for myself. 270 more words

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