Tag Archives: Georgette Heyer

Mary S. Lovell, “A Scandalous Life: The Biography of Jane Digby”

So why should you read the biography of someone you’ve never heard of? Because you’re interested in the period, I suppose, or in the place where that person lived. Because you admire the work of the biographer, certainly. Or a … Continue reading

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Patrick O’Brian, “Master and Commander”

Comfort reading. We all have it. For a long time now I’ve resorted to Georgette Heyer when things got tough, but I think I might have worn her out, the way a small child finally chews through his blankie. (First … Continue reading

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Daisy Goodwin, “The American Heiress”/”My Last Duchess”

The late-19th-century cultural phenomenon of American heiresses marrying into the English aristocracy has attracted literary attention from the moment it began: Henry James’s Portrait of a Lady was published in 1880, a mere six years after the foundational match between … Continue reading

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Georgette Heyer, “Cotillion”

OK, so I just laid waste to another couple of hours, looking for reassurance. Cotillion is not one of Heyer’s best. It splits pretty evenly between social comedy and romance but the hero is what they call a “sapskull” in … Continue reading

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Georgette Heyer, “The Foundling”/Mary Karr, “The Liars’ Club”

I’d like to say that I finished The Liars’ Club and threw The Foundling across the room because it was insipid. However, that would be a lie. I finished The Foundling because Georgette Heyer is my security blanket and I … Continue reading

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Georgette Heyer, “The Masqueraders”

OK, it’s my one true vice. Not, in point of fact, all that vicious but I still hesitated to admit that I’d read this. But the deal I made with myself was that I’d write about every book I finished, … Continue reading

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Georgette Heyer, “The Unfinished Clue”

Copyright 1934, straight-up English country-house mystery. Totally predictable, very restful. Opening sentence: “It was apparent to Miss Fawcett within one minute of her arrival at the Grange that her host was not in the best of tempers.” I think we’re … Continue reading

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