It’s been years since I read any Wilkie Collins; I thought he was probably pretty great, even though I barely remember either The Woman in White or Little Novels, and also in spite of the fact that I found The Moonstone‘s plot to be incomprehensibly complicated. Why did I think he was great? I must have…
Tag: Wilkie Collins
More on the Trollope/Dickens affair, or, why I’m more dubious than ever about biography
In the interests of following up on my entirely non-rhetorical question about what Trollope meant to Dickens, I’ve been doing a little reading. I’ve consulted Victoria Glendinning’s 1992 biography Anthony Trollope and ended up with a little bit of new information and a whole lot of new frustration. I’ll explain the latter shortly. But here’s…
Jam and Idleness 
You must be logged in to post a comment.