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Anthony Trollope, “The Duke’s Children”

The Duke’s Children wraps up the Palliser series of Trollope’s novels and, though I doubt Trollope planned it this way, unites the emotional and political story lines. We meet some of our old friends like Madame Max Goesler, now Mrs. … Continue reading

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Anthony Trollope, “Phineas Redux”

Is Phineas Redux the weakest of Anthony Trollope’s Palliser novels? Or am I not fair to it? I probably wasn’t fair on this reading, letting it linger on my bedside table and reading only before going to sleep. Did Phineas … Continue reading

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Anthony Trollope, “The Eustace Diamonds”

Lizzie Eustace drives me crazy. Always has, always will — because Lizzie lies and gets away with it. The frustration of it! For a rule-abiding creature like me (and, I would guess, most of Anthony Trollope’s readers), Lizzie’s boldness and impunity … Continue reading

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Anthony Trollope, “Phineas Finn”

I’m not gonna lie to you: Phineas Finn is not my favorite of the Palliser novels. Just too much of it focuses on politics, specifically on the great Victorian battle to reform the parliamentary system. I know there are people … Continue reading

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Anthony Trollope, “Can You Forgive Her?”

You know how people sometimes ask you who your favorite writer is, and the names of all authors immediately vanish from your head? Usually in that situation I’ll say something like, “Well, it’s so hard to pick just one, but … Continue reading

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Monetizing My Fiction Habit?

I have to love a blog post from the Harvard Business Review that mentions Lee Child in the first paragraph. Evidently social scientists have found that habitual readers of fiction are better-attuned to the emotional states of their co-workers than … Continue reading

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Theodor Fontane, “Irretrievable”

Isn’t that a terrific title for a novel about a marriage going bad? Especially, I think, for a novel published in 1891, when I would have expected something wordier. The German is Unwiederbringlich which, if you break down the German … Continue reading

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