The Blackest Streets

The Nichol was a dark place, narrower, grimier, than anywhere else in London in the early twentieth century.  Sarah Wise describes it at a place with shades of grey, rubbish, monotony of blackened buildings, broken furniture, smoke, ragged women, dead dogs, few beds.  It was known as “the Empire of Hunger.”  Its people struggled week…

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A Child of the Jago

There are countless books I have ashamedly failed to finish.  Whether that be at fault of the book, its middle perhaps uninspired, or at fault of my own, and my revolving interests, or at fault of time, and its incomprehensible ability to feel the opposite of plentiful.  However, Arthur Morrison’s A Child of the Jago, is a novel…

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