|And there was much rejoicing.|
This time we'll be we'll be reading another of his serialized sensations: The Moonstone, hailed by T.S. Eliot as "the first and greatest of English detective novels." Not to over-hype it, or anything.
If this is your first visit to the Enthusiast, welcome! Thanks for coming! My name is Kayleigh, I'm a fledgling copy editor, and I work in admin at a local magazine. I like commas, TV, and long walks in the rain. Well, not too long because, you know, TV. I participated in Alice's Woman in White readalong because I had already read it and it seemed like a lovely, straightforward way to get this blog a'rolling. I'm participating in this one because the first one was SO MUCH FUN and you are all fantastic. Those are the reasons.
I read The Moonstone for school and, though I've completely forgotten it, I do know I enjoyed it. Wilkie is a master of the serial format and, according to my copy's introduction, had readers clambering at the offices of All Year Round, in which it was published, on publications days. Like Victorian Twihards. Wilkie could rock a cliff hanger.
He could also rock a shockingly large forehead.
|They should call that thing FIVEhead! HaHA!|
(Did someone use that last time? I feel like someone used that last time.)
And do you know what he housed in that forehead? Awesomeness. And opium. Lots of opium.
|In conclusion, Van Der Forehead.|