ByMeredith Collins

Meredith studied Victorian Literature for way too many years until it drove her to drink. Now she writes about cider.

  1. This post, and several others to appear in due course, are generously sponsored by a gentleman-scholar from County San Francisco, supportive of the production and assessment of nasty novels, dealing familiarly with gamblers, misandrists and flashy reprobates. We also have more of his gargantuan donation left, so continue pitching me your 18th and 19th century trash fiction stories. I feel like pop culture has a real love/hate relationship with Victorians—or at least with the…

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