the monk, 1796: so very many goddamned nuns

i mean that literally, by the way. there are a GREAT many damned nuns in this book several fun facts about the monk: -every monk/nun in this book (& trust me there are many) is required to be evil or sexy or BOTH -it is quite unbelievably kinky -this is my flippant way of telling…

stuff i been reading

lots of novels! which is very usual for me- less usual is that i’m not reading any poetry/plays on the side. i want to get back into my paradise lost-in-the-morning-&-poetry-at-night routine. but in the meantime: lots of novels. -THE CASTLE OF OTRANTO. as a gothic lit hoe it’s positively disgraceful i hadn’t read this before-…

2018: wot i read*

*disclaimer: i have drunk a LOT of hot chocolate & this post was written on, hahahaha, a massive sugar high - i haven't posted in months! because i had some kind of unpleasant insomniac episode & screwed up a coursework submission & now my uni is coming after me, & also my housing situation has…

“brooding on the vast abyss”

so, i just realised i haven't posted in eleven days, whoops. i do however have an excuse: i seem, somehow, to have acquired a job. for the past five days i have been working as a paid fundraiser for a charity (which shall here go unnamed), which basically means knocking on people's doors & asking…

winter, 1892 (ish)

see below: an extract from my novel. it's my birthday & i'm lazy. this is from chapter #25, provisional title: SWEET CHIMING CHRISTMAS BELLS. unseasonable, i know. it's a story of dreamy boys & girls, snow, various sorts of unrequited love, & lots & lots of gothic architecture. oh, & there's airships. & murder. &…

vathek: screwball grotesquerie

guys. guys. this book is WILD. the whole thing is basically a sublime farce/orientalist pipe-dream of william beckford. this dude was a fascinating character- an arabian nights-obsessed dreamer with far too much money who extravagantly squandered his youth wandering all over europe having affairs with men, women & demons of all descriptions. his travel books…

rubber ducks & public disgrace

-well, i'm back from uni. nothing to show for it except some superficial soup-making skills, one hundred & twenty-eight new books, & an interestingly shaped scar on my shoulder from running into a tree. first year sure went fast. -jo, will, lucy & i made sure to carpe the diem (& the noctem, for that…