Catherine Eisner
Tuesday, 13 November 2018
Ur-Gumshoe? D-r Tchékhov, Detektiv. The Unvarnished Truth.
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Tchékhov dreamt he was a thief of the back streets who collects coins and collar studs from the pavement with tarred shoe-soles to evade...
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Sunday, 14 October 2018
The Cat-Catcher . . .‘A Lurid Scandal’ Some Thought Beyond Recall.
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‘In case you haven’t noticed, here in Honkers fish-heads and humidity are the active components of a combustible atmosphere,’ Neville ...
Wednesday, 10 October 2018
An Insurrection. #MeToo 1897.
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He: Fetch a beer, wife, damn you! Why so idle here? She: So now the gracious Tsar the man is to shout a beer he wants? He: A b...
Friday, 28 September 2018
All That Apart
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D are I confess the truth; I’d rather die And end the desolations of my heart ...
Monday, 20 August 2018
He sent me the absurdest sonnet!
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I found my old diary the other day from the time I was living with my Aunt Lilian at Jay Mews SW7 behind the Royal College of Art and atte...
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