Nights at the Circus

This post was written by Friday guest blogger Annie Reid.

The Independent notes a posthumous interest in Angela Carter, one of my favorite authors of all time:

At a time when most British writers were entrenched in the drab realism that she rather disparagingly described as “the low mimetic,” she was painting vivid pictures of fairy tale creatures and monsters in complex fusions of fantasy, gothic, science fiction and romance. While her peers anatomised adultery in Hampstead, she was taking her characters on wild journeys into castles and caves, across Siberian deserts and into enchanted kingdoms where nothing was what it seemed. Richly playful, these dense, glittering fictions drew on ideas ranging from Melville to the Marquis de Sade, Barthes to de Beauvoir and feminist theory to Freud, but with the emphasis firmly on the seductive power of the storyteller.

A stage adaptation of Carter’s Nights at the Circus premieres today. The Guardian previews it here.


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