Monthly Archives: March 2019

As I go puffing out germs like a puffball with its spores

I’ve been at home with a cold these three days, coming down with it at the end of a long day with the orchestra. On Wednesday I read four library books; yesterday I re-read one (The Castle Behind Thorns, Merrie … Continue reading

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A Remedy: for Historical Inaccuracies

Two things that would go a long way toward increasing historical accuracy (to the point that I, with a concentration in the late Anglo-Saxon era, can ask intelligently about the plausibility of things in a story set in 15th-cent. Bohemia): … Continue reading

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Guest post by Jack

As part of promoting Through A Glass Darkly before it comes out, Jack Lewis Baillot offered to do a guest post on my blog. So, since we don’t know each other terribly well and haven’t a lot of formality to get through … Continue reading

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The Seamy Side

The job search continues. I am not exactly sanguine about the prospects of anyone in the area wanting me, but I’m staying, and I don’t know for how long — it could be quite a while. (Not that I want … Continue reading

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Some geeking out over obscure Anglo-Saxon art

GUYS.   According to the Bodleian Library’s online entry for the Benedictional of St Aethelwold, this page (of which only half is here shown) is a miniature of the Annunciation of the archangel Gabriel to the Virgin Mary (I have left … Continue reading

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Through a Glass Darkly advance review

A fellow authour of historical fiction, Jack Lewis Baillot, put out a request for advance readers of a new work of hers — only this time it’s not historical but contemporary. Adam Clark has just returned from the war in … Continue reading

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Sword at Sunset

It is. . . not like Pendragon’s Heir, and then again like it. Imagine a novel written by a woman in first person, in Artos’ voice, which oddly enough sometimes reads like Lewis writing in a woman’s voice (Till We … Continue reading

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