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Saturday 11 December 2021

My Lady Midday

                  Bathwater drawn, her hair in disarray,

                  glass slipper worn, she sighs with no reproach. 

                  Noon is her dawn, my Lady of Midday.

                  ‘I was not born to ride the pumpkin coach.’

Catherine Eisner                              
An original pen drawing by Vogue artist Benito,
commissioned by my grandfather in the 1920s,
which remains in my private collection.



Catherine Eisner believes passionately in plot-driven suspense fiction, a devotion to literary craft that draws on studies in psychoanalytical criminology and psychoactive pharmacology to explore the dark side of motivation, and ignite plot twists with unexpected outcomes. Within these disciplines Eisner’s fictions seek to explore variant literary forms derived from psychotherapy and criminology to trace the traumas of characters in extremis. Compulsive recurring sub-themes in her narratives examine sibling rivalry, rivalrous cousinhood, pathological imposture, financial chicanery, and the effects of non-familial male pheromones on pubescence, 
and Listen Close to Me (2011)
and A Bad Case (2014)