The Dusty Bookcase

The Dustiest Bookcase: Short pieces on books I've always meant to review (but haven't). This one's a cheat. I reviewed The Whip ...

Lost House Frances Shelley Wees Winnipeg: Harlequin, 1949 192 pages Frances Shelley Wees runs hot and cold with me. I liked The Keys of My P...

A photo taken on the sly by my wife. Review to come. Related posts: A Rival for Margaret Millar? The Return of Frances Shelley Wees Domestic...

Mavis Leslie de Trafford Gallant (née Young) was born one hundred years ago today. Her image doesn't feature on the cover of Montreal St...

A Daughter of To-day Mrs Everard Cotes (Sara Jeannette Duncan) New York: Appleton, 1894 392 pages Of all the novels I've read this year...

Sean Kelly is the first writer I got to know and love. Together we witnessed Alexis Nihon's burning ashes, survived Hurricane Bob, quest...

Ah, August, month of my birth. I've always found it too hot and too humid – rarely more so than this year. In "The Passing of Père ...