Victorian Popular Fiction Association

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A forum for everyone interested in #Victorian and #Neovictorian popular fiction and culture. Hosts VPFJ Journal and Third Sex and Short Story Reading Groups 📚https://victorianpopularfiction.org/

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The event will include a Q&A in which we will discuss the challenges of balancing publication with working on a doctoral thesis, and the process of writing your first book proposal. For this reason, the event will be of interest to Doctoral Researchers from across the School.

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Spooky Season 👻🧟🎃 is upon us, and VPFA's Third Sex Reading Group are discussing BBCs adaptation of Anne Rice's Interview with the Vampire. Please send an email to [email protected] with the title 'FAO: Third Sex' to attend or be added to the mailing list.

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VPFA Executive Committee Spotlight 🔦 : Meet our Study Day Co-ordinator, Jeremy Newton! Jeremy makes possible all the amazing study days we've had. If you have an idea for one, you should definitely submit your proposal.

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Our next virtual writing retreat will be held on 10th October. These retreats provide structured, dedicated time to get some writing done. If you are a VPFA member, check your emails to find the sign up link or email [email protected] for more information.

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For #FlintFriday, an anonymous poem about an arrowhead , published in the Kirkintilloch Herald 100 years ago this week. I don't usually care for verse written in archaic language (even for 1926) but I like the conceit at the end that in some post-apocalyptic future these things might be used again…

From the Kirkintilloch Herald, 29 Sep 1926 (via the British Newspaper Archive): "Prehistoric Remains. (A Flint Arrow-head Found on a Hill.) The same wild hills are round me flung, And this—the same stern brow, But where's the hand that fashioned me, Where is that hunter now? With him I ranged the oaken wood, The mountain clough in storm and flood, When oft my barbs were red with blood— O, hunter, where art thou? The deer that loved yon northern hills, Now looming bare and grey, The wolf that oft, like lightning flash, I flew so swift to slay, The shaft to which he bound me true, The springy bow of upland yew, His bare strong arm once backward drew— O, tell me, where are they? I wake, and see the flight of time From ages pale and wan, The myriads that have come and gone Since first my race began; And I, a bit of fashioned stone, Left on these moorlands, bleak and lone, Have seen all that these hills have known Of little human span. Fling me afar among the ling, Where I would ever be, Till this proud Scotland hath returned To her wild infancy ; And when the ages long have rolled, And Time repeats its usage old, Some young barbarian, strong and bold, Will head a shaft with me."
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Thank you for bringing this article to the attention of our members! It's very interesting to think about the intersection between masculinity and romance novels. What makes romance acceptable 'enough' for men to read? It would make for a very interesting article!

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Don't forget to sign up to our tea salon happening on Wednesday! A great opportunity to share all of those weird and wonderful archival materials or marginalia you've found but never had the opportunity to use in your work! Check your emails from us to sign up 🤩

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Featuring yours truly on Louisa May Alcott's *delightful* 'A Long Fatal Love Chase'. I feel very lucky to be able to have enormous fun reading a novel, then enjoy presenting on the novel at a conference, before then having even more fun researching and writing about it in more depth...

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