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Quite unexpectedly, April 2023 turned out to be Ginger Rogers Month for me. The BFI held a retrospective of her films brilliantly titled ‘All That Sass’ and I signed up for the tie-in BFI/City Lit course as I figured it would give me something to do on Tuesday evenings and there wouldn’t be any pressure.…

I’m the most useless blogger and I had a pretty reclusive existence for the first few months of the year (anxiety and general lethargy towards the things I was desperate to do throughout the original lockdown as well as the most disastrous haircut that I’m still growing out). It has been a beautiful spring, though…

A few years back, it was the all the rage to choose a word as a theme to guide your year, rather than making resolutions that would inevitably be broken by the first week of January. I’m not sure if it’s still something many people do but I’m not really one for fashions. It doesn’t…

The Museum I recently spent a few days in Bournemouth (I hadn’t had a night away in nearly two years) and my favourite thing in Bournemouth itself was definitely the Russell-Cotes Art Gallery and Museum. Merton and Annie Russell-Cotes, owners of Bournemouth’s Royal Bath Hotel, were avid travellers, collectors and philanthropists. They didn’t have any…

I was so pleased to be asked to write about interwar aristocratic circus goth Lady Eleanor Smith and her first novel Red Wagon for the literary website Neglected Books. Neglected Books editor Brad Bigelow (a terrific Hon) and I were on the same City Lit biography writing course last year and both have subjects who…

E.M. Delafield is synonymous with Diary of a Provincial Lady (1930) and it always comes as a surprise that her other novels are so different. Consequences (1919) and Thank Heaven Fasting (1932) are terribly bleak indictments of the Edwardian marriage market that remind me of a less ornate Edith Wharton. Tension (1920), an early and…

I’ve stolen this from the Observer. I always like to think about what I’d choose if I were important enough to be featured. It’s been such an overcast August and I haven’t been out nearly as much as I would have liked. I’m currently under the weather and feeling sorry for myself but here are…

This is not a review. Just a few thoughts. Alice: Curiouser and Curiouser is a huge, expensive (as in a lot of money has clearly been spent on it – entry with an Art Pass is a very fair £10) V&A spectacle. As a former long-term V&A volunteer who never made it to the next…

I have to admit it: despite the excellent title, I wasn’t expecting Mary Essex’s Tea Is So Intoxicating (1950) to be one of my favourites in the British Library Women Writers series. I previously found Elizabeth von Arnim’s farcical Father quite silly (like Barbara Pym on an off day) and I’d heard this title compared…

Following on from my last post, I thought I’d share a bit more about my Gordon MacRae project. My wise best friend Ali has encouraged me not to give up and not to overthink the end game. Proper biographers probably wouldn’t approve of my emotional attachment to my subject (this, however, doesn’t blind me to…