Antiquarian and Classic Book Reviews
Wesker was a fluffy, long-haired black cat with yellow eyes. Aloof and rare, she did not particularly like snuggles — though she got soft in her old age. She was the oldest of the cats, and easily the most mature.
Wesker had always been independent. Hargrave’s first child, she was the least spoiled cat of the bunch. She was a black cat but she’d never brought anything but good luck to this house.
If you can throw a string, Wesker would chase it. The highest honour she could bestow was to climb on the sofa or the counter and groom your hair. And, if you were really lucky, sometimes she’d bring you a toy.
But only after she’d let you know that she was bringing it by meowing loudly from a distant room.
Wesker faded with the golden rod and passed away on October 22nd, 2026.
Spooky Season is Here at Last October is finally here and I have a whole bunch of spooky books saved up just for the occasion. I’m excited to start bringing out the holiday content and diving into it. However, this year with the amount of things we have packed into the month, I can admit […]
I think I love Weegee because he is a chronicler of daily life in days gone by. He doesn’t shy away from the ugly parts, but he doesn’t deny the beauty of the ordinary moments that we all take for granted.
Literary criticism is a bit off of the beaten path of what I normally review, but when I find a volume that really complements my reading, then I make an exception.
It’s hard to express just how incredible his verse is. Often, it is the perfect union of opposites. Harsh and beautiful. Joyful and full of grief.
Though the book is new, the stories are classics. Oliver’s prose is crisp and stark as she takes the reader into the realities of Black life under Jim Crow.
Jakov Lind’s Soul of Wood is technically an example of post-war German literature but I decided to include it anyway because all of these stories revolve around the second world war and its aftermath.
This novella’s setting of an opulent but derelict and rotting mansion infected with the suggestion of long-ago deaths and violence ticked all of the spooky season boxes for me.
Salamon is exhaustive in her recounting of the movie-making process, from casting all the way to the final agonizing returns. I learned a lot about what it takes to produce a film, and the processes of people far removed from the actors and the cameras.
There’s a lot that Clark has added to these stories (and taken out of them) in order to arrive at the masterpiece of film he has produced. He’s done a lot with the original material.
It starts with a tone that is mundane but bitingly humorous as Bouillier tries to convince himself that he has let go of the mystery of the end of the relationship with the caller. He does a poor job of it.
