The crack of the whip
Edmund forced a way for them up the Assembly Rooms steps, from where they could see over the heads of the crowd. She looked where he indicated. She saw the cage first, a square wooden...
Edmund forced a way for them up the Assembly Rooms steps, from where they could see over the heads of the crowd. She looked where he indicated. She saw the cage first, a square wooden...
‘I will warn you before we begin,’ writes Jasmin Kirkbride, ‘this is not a book for the faint-hearted. It is, however, a brilliant, painfully emotive evocation of the powerlessness of women
Another novel set on Guernsey is The Book of Ebenezer Le Page, of which Sam Youd wrote: One of the great novels of the twentieth century is The Book of Ebenezer Le Page by G....
It is getting on for fifty years since Sam Youd decided to try his hand at ‘young fiction’. In 1966, as he himself recalls: [My agent] David Higham came to me with a proposition. Richard...
He started and his face seemed to turn whiter still. He said in a low voice: ‘Who put that there?’ She had found it in a lumber room upstairs, turned to face the wall. There...
‘You must have some of these sandwiches, cousin, made with Guernsey lobster. And here is a fruit as an accompaniment.’ He offered her a dish of round red fruits with rough wrinkled skins. ‘Do you...
Hilary Ford, reflecting on the Gothic: “Have you ever thought of that – having a go at the Gothic?” I had read, enjoyed and admired Rebecca, but the image that immediately sprang to mind was...
Edmund seated himself beside her. ‘Your face is very wet.’ He drew a handkerchief from his sleeve. ‘Let me dry that, at least.’ She did not look at him as his hand gently rubbed her...
‘An abominable dancer, as I say,’ d’Aurigny said. ‘I lay no claim to excellence myself, but I promise you I am doing you a favour by exchanging for him.’
She stared at him, feeling her face go white.
‘You do me no favours of any kind, sir. There is only one you can do, which is to grant me freedom from your company.
‘Sarnia Cherie’, the anthem of the Bailiwick of Guernsey, was composed by George Deighton and Domenico Santangelo in 1911: Sarnia; dear Homeland, Gem of the sea. Island of beauty, my heart longs for thee. Thy...