Magnificent reading by Will!
Posted on YouTube by Yours Truly, Will Hart
“A Teaser Sample file of snippets from all 48 tracks of Fedogan & Bremer’s CD of, “H. P. Lovecraft’s Fungi From Yuggoth and Other Poems” read by William E. Hart and scored by Graham Plowman; with Liner Notes by S. T. Joshi. These 21st-Century readings include all 36 Fungi from Yuggoth cosmic sonnets, plus a dozen more of H.P.L.’s grand poems, and a 12-page booklet!”
What a Great Christmas, Cthulhumas, Birthday, or Everyday Gift for Any Lovecraftian or Poetry Fan!
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Raising my glass, Sam! Thank you for reminding us to celebrate William Hope Hodgson today.
William Hope Hodgson portrait by Dave Felton
Today, November 15th, is Hodgson’s 139th birthday!
It was on this day in 1877 that William Hope Hodgson was born to Samuel , an Anglican priest, and Lissie Lissie Hodgson. The second of twelve children, three of whom would die in infancy, Hope and his family had a hard life. They were often poor and reliant upon the charity of Samuel’s parishioners. A controversial figure, Samuel was moved about frequently by the church, serving 11 parishes in 21 years before his death in 1892.
In 1890, Hope was apprenticed into the Merchant Marine and he would spend the next 10 years at sea sailing around the world several times and receiving the Royal Humane Society medal for heroism after saving a shipmate who had fallen into shark infested waters. During his time at sea, Hope would also develop his life-long interests in physical…
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… on the shelves and on the tables, on the floor and on the broad window-sills, were books; they reached the ceiling on the shelves; they wainscoted the walls to the height of several feet all round the room; small volumes were piled on the narrow mantel as far up as they could go without toppling over, and the tables were loaded also. Aisles were kept open leading to the door, to the windows, and to the hearth, where the ragged arm-chair stood, and where there was a small parade-ground of open floor; but everywhere else the printed thoughts held sway.
Anne by Constance Fenimore Woolson
Interesting facts about literacy and reading in honour of International Literacy Day In honour of International Literacy Day on 8 September, we’ve put together fifteen of our favourite facts …
Murder on Astor Place
(Gaslight Mysteries #1)
by Victoria Thompson
First Chapter/First Paragraph/Tuesday Intros is hosted by Bibliophile By The Sea. To play along, share the first paragraph (or a few) from a book you’re reading or thinking about reading soon.
At first Sarah thought the tinkling of the bell was part of her dream. It sounded so sweet and soothing, and she was following it across a sunlit meadow, as if it were a golden butterfly. But then the pounding started, and she knew this wasn’t a dream at all. Dragging herself away from the meadow and out of the depths of sleep, she forced her reluctant eyelids open. Sure enough, someone was pounding on her office door.
“Hold your horses,” she muttered as she threw off her covers. The night air was chilly for early April, and Sarah recalled the freak storm that had stuck yesterday, dropping several inches of snow on the city. Shivering, she felt around in the dark for her slippers but failed to locate them. Padding barefoot through the darkness toward where she knew the bedroom door to be, she snatched her robe from the foot of the bed and shrugged into it as she went. “Coming!” she called, wondering if whoever was knocking could hear her over the racket he was making.
Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme hosted by Jenn of Books and a Beat. Anyone can participate. If you’re new to Teaser Tuesdays, the details are at Jenn’s Books and a Beat or on my Tuesday Memes Page.
You’ve wasted a trip and bothered us for nothing, and I must say, I plan to complain to Teddy about this. That’s Police Commissioner Roosevelt to you. His mother is a dear friend of mine, and I used to dandle him on my knee when he was a boy.
This is the first book in Victoria Thompson’s Gaslight Mysteries which is now up to number nineteen. I’ve been meaning to try this series for a long time and am so glad I finally got around to beginning it. Have you read any of them?