Tag Archives: Sarah Waters

Sarah Waters, “Tipping the Velvet”

This post feels to me like too little, too late — I finished Tipping the Velvet last week but have been traveling around California promoting my own historical novel, Leaving Van Gogh. So a wait for a delayed flight in … Continue reading

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Sarah Waters, “Fingersmith”

“‘If you might only hear yourself! Terrible plots? Laughing villains? Stolen fortunes and girls made out to be mad? The stuff of lurid fiction! We have a name for your disease. We call it a hyper-aesthetic one. You have been … Continue reading

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Sarah Waters, “The Little Stranger”

Why is this title sinister? Maybe it’s the combination of ideas: “stranger” always connotes something potentially menacing, and when you add the diminutive you tip over into the creepy. Then you fabricate a decaying English country house, a self-deceiving narrator, … Continue reading

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