ON A MILD November evening in 1850, Isabella Robinson went alone to a party in Edinburgh's Georgian New Town; it was given by one of the city's wealthiest and most renowned hostesses, Lady Drysdale, whose glittering soirees attracted novelists such as Charles Dickens; physicians such as the obstetrician and pioneer anaesthetist James Young Simpson; publishers such as Robert Chambers; and a crowd of artists, essayists, naturalists, antiquaries and actresses.
Comment & Debate
Comment & Debate
In 2012, some 75 years after he died, Howard Phillips Lovecraft is having a bit of a moment.
Next Saturday the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland opens its doors for its annual jamboree of debates and mini-sermons.
This week (26-30 October) the 15th Independent and Radical Book Fair runs in Leith.
Virago has published attractive hardback editions of Daphne Du Maurier's novels Frenchman's Creek, Jamaica Inn and Rebecca.
I used to think of myself as an open-minded person.
It was the shadows of men on the back of the boy's eyelids that did it.
Too late I discover that reading fiction is not just one of life's finest pleasures, but has been scientifically proven to be beneficial.
The death last month of the legendary New York publisher, Barney Rosset, was a moment to pause and consider how different world literature might be today if he, and others like him, had been too scared to take on the authorities.