Largely academic-level discussion of the genre of literature known as Gothic. This includes, but is not limited to, Horace Walpole's ground-breaking work through modern neo-Gothic works. This is by no means a "fan club" for pulp fiction writers, but rather an intellectual discussion of this unique genre.
This is not a place to advertise one's own poetry or fiction, and such posts will be rejected.
The needle? One book,read by my mother when she was 20 (35 years ago), of which neither the exact title, nor the author, nor the character's names can be
Are you not from the Deep South Al?: she lived in a world of magic, possessed by the devils skew. From a shack near the swamplands, made of mud-pile brick