The Criticess
Sharp views on classic works by female authors.
Is It The Only Word We Have Left?

Note: this piece was not originally so ladylike, but in order to remove both an adult-only rating and facebook blacklisting of the site, it has had all rude words replaced with nice euphemisms. The necessity of rewriting the piece rather proved its point: the word shocks like no other. So, while reading an interview with [...]
The Red, Red Rose

Since kindly Aphrodite spilt blood upon a white rose to aid her wounded lover, Adonis, a red rose has symbolised love everlasting – or a passing passion if it’s simply a flower and not a symbol of the life blood you would give to save a beloved. Biblically, it is a symbol of shame, of [...]
Romancing Traditions

The card is bought, the flowers arranged, the champagne on ice, the restaurant is booked, the jewellery glitters, the perfume is sweet, and the chocolates so pretty in their heart-shaped gold-wrapped box. You’ve done it: every tradition fulfilled, every symbol of a romance that time will not fade, and every token of love everlasting is [...]
Mythical Love

Mythical tales of love are many – countless, perhaps – and have a tendency towards the melodramatic at best and the tragic at worst. In an attempt to remain in keeping with the celebration of love that is St Valentine’s Day, I searched the scores of mythological lovers for a happy tale. The best I [...]
Uncanny Stories by May Sinclair

May Sinclair is in danger of being lost under a mountain of critical essays; smothered by scholars of literature and psychoanalysis alike, apparently determined to claim her as one of their own; and dissected by biographers until every word on the page is weighted with biographical reference, no matter how tenuous. Her fate is partly [...]
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