by eleanorh | Nov 24, 2020 | Decolonising
In the early days of my career, the English ‘English’ department I was working in took as its remit British literature written in English. In other words, the ‘English’ remit was defined neither by language — by the extent of literatures written in English...
by eleanorh | Nov 23, 2020 | Uncategorized
In my early teens a friend of my father’s, a GP and historian manqué, lent me a copy of Hans Zissner’s Rats, Lice and History and got me hooked on plagues. They are terrifying, of course, because, whatever refuges we construct for ourselves from common sense,...
by eleanorh | Nov 12, 2020 | Uncategorized
A couple of weeks ago I was asked to list a few of my favourite things. No, not raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles, nor even warm woollen mittens. Brown paper packages tied up with strings come close to the mark, although the packages were...
