“Age eighty, (minus not quite three) thermometer eighty, (plus rather more than four) must be accepted as an excuse my very dear Anthony both by you and my highly valued correspondent for not having acknowledged your very precious packet earlier. I am in truth grown most woefully idle, and, worse still, most woefully lazy, and this symptom is both new and disagreeable to me.”
by Cynthia Miller Coffel
She was always clear that she wrote for money . . . but she was a critic of society as well: many of her novels were arguments for social reform; one critic calls her a “maternal feminist.”
by Jill Kronstadt
The author unveils facts as the characters experience them . . . “The detective can know nothing which the reader isn’t also told . . . It would be a very, very bad detective story at the end if the reader felt, ‘Who could possibly have guessed that?’”
“It’s not the head that does it—it’s the cobbler’s wax on the seat and the sticking to my chair!” It was easy for me to write the first draft because, as I said above, it came roaring out of me. It was the most joyful, most uninhibited thing I’ve ever done, and I did it in secrecy.
by Juhi Singhal Karan
Victorian women readily turned to writing popular novels as a means to support themselves and their families. Profiled below are five Victorian authoresses who were also Bloomers.