Tag archive: Dreadful Thoughts
Dreadful Thoughts Story Club 16: Pigeons from Hell
Right. It has been pointed out to me, by morbid sorts, that the last two authors this club has fixed its gorgon-like gaze on both exited our weary world by means of suicide. Charlotte Perkins Gilman deciding on an overdose… continue reading »
Dreadful Thoughts: The Pattern is Torturing
Now that we’re knee-deep in winter – that “direful monster” who withers all in silence, freezes up frail life and snot-encrusts the populace – it might be uplifting to turn our thoughts to warm & fuzzy things. Like death, horror,… continue reading »
Dreadful Thoughts: The Abysmally Unexpected & Grotesquely Unbelievable
January – as the fella said – is a gelid month. A hiemal, brumal, dismal and tenebrous month. A month when the dankest and most abysmal recesses of the human mind kick into hideous half-life. Spewing forth noxious brain-fumes and… continue reading »
Dreadful Thoughts Story Club 13: The Nature of the Evidence
Suffragette. Modernist innovator. Paddler in the turbulent “stream of consciousness” (a phrase she allegedly coined). May Sinclair was once “one of the most successful and widely known of British women novelists”. And then? Disappearance down that well-trodden path into obscurity.… continue reading »
Dreadful Thoughts: Edward, There’s Something in the Bed
Right. Enough of this summer (such as it is) lark. Enough flip-flopping about suggestively licking 99s. Enough gambolling through meadows gaily tossing rose petals. The days are shortening and the nights will soon be growing long. Time to get back… continue reading »
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 »
