Those of us lucky enough to have internet access during these strange times have been gifted with lots of fabulous online content from organisations and places that we might not otherwise get to visit or see or hear because they are too far away, or too expensive. So, if you’ve joined us on our #StillSeeingThings adventures, followed the Twitter Takeovers by GWL staff and volunteers, entered the Bower of Bliss and you’ve eaten your fill at our Book Picnic, here are some non-GWL treats to enjoy.
GWL’s Adult Literacy and Numeracy Development Worker, Donna Moore, shares her memories of GWL and one of her favourite items from the GWL collections for our GWL 25 blog series.
We are delighted to announce that Bashabi Fraser and Lucy Ribchester are amongst our judges for this year’s Bold Types Women’s Writing Competition.
Anne Marie Shields investigates women working in factories in Victorian times, by reading Anne Donovan’s 21 Revolutions story Lassie Wi’ A Yella Coatie and The Woman Worker from 1908.
In A Lonely Place – originally published in 1947 – is really suspenseful and atmospheric. The story is told from the point of view of Dix Steele. Let me tell you right now – Dix is Not A Very Nice Man. In fact, he’s misogynistic, sociopathic and, possibly, a serial killer and it’s really unsettling being in his head.
The Blaft Anthology of Tamil Pulp Fiction is a 2008 collection of 19 pulp fiction stories by 10 Tamil writers, including two women – Vidya Subramanian and Ramanichandran (both of whom have two stories in the collection).
Q&A with Donna Moore, Pulp Queen in residence at GWL – by Morgan Fraser
“A story once told in whispers now frankly, honestly written,” says the front cover blurb of Spring Fire (by Vin Packer), published in 1952, was the first paperback pulp novel to feature a lesbian protagonist.
In the run up to the Pulp Queens workshops on 4th August and the Exhibition of our wonderful pulp fiction collection, we’re going to be posting a few reviews of some of the books in our archive and information about the women who wrote them.
As I walked into the Library that deep dark winter Tuesday evening, I was not thinking about getting involved with the March of Women, but Adele appeared and asked if I would like to be involved. With a look of fear and uncertainty, I went over to the other ladies who were already there.