I spent the summer of 2007 in a graduate class studying the work of Thomas Hardy (1840-1928). At the time, I hadn’t yet read his work, besides the odd short story, so to immerse myself in his novels proved to be a delight. His storytelling is rich, Biblical, surprising, and tragic. So, logically, the thing... Continue Reading →
Charles Dickens, Spy Novelist
Reading Dickens pleases my husband. He has no idea that the first lines of A Tale of Two Cities are, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,” yet I could detect his pleasure at seeing me sprawled out on the couch with that heavy volume balanced on my stomach (281). ... Continue Reading →