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She had everything she could possibly want. And then the police announced that she and her lover-boy nephew were cold-blooded killers...

Racers such as the bounty hunter Captain Falcon hovered smoothly across intergalactic circuits suspended in the sky...

Celebrants added nuts, strings of popcorn or beads, oranges, lemons, candies and home-made trinkets. However, widely-read newspapers and ladies' magazines raised the standards for ornamentation...

It is December. People bake, putting goods into ovens. Quiet sweetness is placed on tables...

There is no more dangerous or disgusting habit than that of celebrating Christmas before it comes...

Presents embody a moment in which the obligation to work for every material joy is suspended...

We have so many new groups like the Spice Girls, who are asserting a kind of feminist adventurism with their music...

We are all earthworms who must dig through the ground...

Beginning in December 1917, a powerful series of unrelenting and formidable ice storms and blizzards wreaked havoc across the United States...

When does a life become a story, a narrative legible to those outside it?

Marx's favourite colour was red...

Based on extensive research, including a visit to Fort de Joux, Martineau’s historical romance repeatedly stated the idea of black agency and capability...

The biggest delight of my Conan Doyle sleuthing may well be a false clue, even if the facts are not in doubt...

The art work in fiction is less likely to be the basis for some epiphany than to be a MacGuffin...

Paris wasn’t then what it is now...

Your literature amounts to nothing now Having picked up all of romanticism’s errors, Its writings all reveal the face of Nature, Poor and decrepit, surrounded by great horrors...