ByStephanie Boland

Stephanie is a doctoral candidate in English literature. You can find her at

  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. Said gentleman-scholar has re-upped his donation, so keep pitching me, academics longing for freedom. We are, I think, still wrong about the Victorians. As I write this, it occurs to me that telling The Toast’s readers this…