Category archives: Dreadful Thoughts
Dreadful Thoughts Story Club 12: “The Shadow” & “Man-Size in Marble”
In the build up to this week’s E. Nesbit-fest, several punters (childhood Nesbit fans all) have mentioned to me that they were barely aware (if aware at all) of Edith’s contribution to the spooky story canon. This is not entirely… continue reading »
Dreadful Thoughts: A Double Dose of Nesbit
After an enjoyable week spent discussing terrible slimy yokes in bunks and grimly determined brutes with small heads, we now turn our petrified gazes to Dreadful Thoughts 12 (we’ve reached the dirty dozen). The singular thing about our next choice… continue reading »
Dreadful Thoughts Story Club 11: The Upper Berth
Though he was (in his day) prolific,1 popular, and commercially successful – F. Marion Crawford’s posthumous “literary star” appears to have faded quite quickly.2 For the next seven days, however, Dreadful Thoughts will be waving a ragged Crawford-ian flag and… continue reading »
Dreadful Thoughts: Distractions, Apologies, Crawford
Update 09/04/09: By an odd, but happy, coincidence today is the 100th anniversary of F. Marion Crawford’s death. Uncanny stuff. Update 06/04/09: Oops. Sorry folks. It seems I mistakenly said that discussion of “The Upper Berth” would be kicking off… continue reading »
Dreadful Thoughts Story Club 10: The Inmost Light
Welsh Anglo-Catholic occultist. Member (briefly) of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn. Avowed anti-materialist. Inspirer of everyone’s favourite pathologically racist horror grandmaster: H.P. Lovecraft. Sometime scandaliser of (an easily scandalised) Victorian society. Fearer/Lover of fauns who gambolled oftentimes in… continue reading »
The Return of the Son of the Dog of Dreadful Thoughts
Penury? Ruin? Weeping and gnashing of rotten teeth? Corpses putrefying in the streets – their strewn entrails being slurped up like spaghetti by ravenous curs? Demented pedestrians cracking open each other’s heads to feast on the goo inside? All now… continue reading »
Horror Bits and Nasty Bobs
Given the current global financial apocalypse I assume that most of you are now eating shoe leather for dinner, wailing yourselves to sleep in damp & draughty cardboard boxes, and shaking your sore-encrusted fists at an indifferent god. While I… continue reading »
Dreadful Thoughts Story Club 9: Gabriel-Ernest
Misanthrope? Misogynist? Satirist? Supernaturalist? Tonight, on Dreadful Thoughts, we’re not only getting out the club magnifying glass to squint at the werewolf myth (through the prism of “Gabriel Ernest”), but also asking (in strong, but non-judgmental, terms) what Hector Hugh… continue reading »
