The night before returning home to Mortshire, Mr. Earbrass allows himself to be taken to a literary dinner in a private dining room of Le Trottoir Imbécile. Among his fellow-authors, few of whom he recognizes and none of whom he knows, are Lawk, Sangwidge, Ha’p’orth, Avuncular, and Lord Legbail. The unwell-looking gentleman wrapped in a greatcoat is an obscure essayist named Frowst. The talk deals with disappointing sales, inadequate publicity, worse than inadequate royalties, idiotic or criminal reviews, others’ declining talent, and the unspeakable horror of the literary life.
Edward Gorey, The Unstrung Harp: or, Mr. Earbrass Writes a Novel
This is the literary web home of Amelinda Bérubé.
I write about ghosts and monsters and other things that go bump in the night with a liberal sprinkling of weird Canadiana and the occasional zombie metaphor. My first YA novel, The Dark Beneath the Ice, will be published by Sourcebooks Fire in 2018. Bone Kingdom will follow in 2019.
In my other lives I'm a public service editor, a mother of two, and a passionate gardener.