Apparently, the new ‘big thing’ in literature is ‘sick-lit’, a genre aimed at teenagers who would prefer Twilight if Edward happened to be dying of Marfan Syndrome or suchlike. Over the past decade, I’ve noticed a parallel surge in what you could term historical sick- lit for adults. Ian Pears’ weighty four-part novel, An Instance […]
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