Sunday, October 28, 2012

Book Review: The Hound of the Baskervilles, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1901-1902)

I won't argue whether this is Victorian literature or not.  It fits the bill.

This novella is filled with all the things that make a creepy old story all that it should be.  It takes place on a lonely moor.  There's a creepy old manor house.  You've got your ancient family curse, and a black devil hound roaming the moorlands at night.  Mysterious residents people the place, some odd, some quirky, some dangerous.  There are ancient ruins, bogs, and that foggy atmosphere that makes this a wonderful piece of fiction.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Confessions of a Lazy Reader

I'm going to be honest with you.  The main reason I read older classic novels is because I'm lazy.  It's true.  This will come as a surprise to those who know me and consider me a titan of industry, an energetic mass of effusion and movement, a mover and shaker in the world of literature and finance and espionage.