Heaven forbid that a woman would feel the need to discuss anything other than fashion, house-planning or furniture.

I'm already hooked, & I'm only at the acknowledgements ;) ... the mention of 'just a bleeding edge' is wonderfully prescient, as I'm presenting a paper in a few weeks, the title of which happens to be: '"There’s no frontier, just a bleeding edge, trenches": Liminality and No Man’s Land'.

Inspector Sands appears to be continually on call in London stations. I imagine him as an ill-equipped Inspector Gadget

Thank you in return! That's very kind. Although focussing on Borden, I've not been able to exclude Zenna Smith from my thesis, and look forward to reading more in your book! These remarkable women deserve far more recognition :)

Just bought a copy of this - it fits beautifully with my thesis research and I can't wait to read it :)

A beautiful morning for @officialbaas.bsky.social day two. Hoping to power on through the post-lunch slump, when I'll be exploring the wreckage of war in the memories of American nurses.

Wow I missed the Tunnocks! I need to keep an eye out tomorrow.

I'm looking forward to exploring the wreckage of the First World War in American nursing memoirs (& hopefully persuading attendees of their unique brilliance!)

Thank you to The Modernist Review for including my musings on flâneurie in Helen Zenna Smith, Virginia Woolf & Jean Rhys.

Looking forward to July's BAMS/MSA Weird Modernisms conference, where I'll be exploring haunted landscapes & uncanny visions in No Man's Land.

@modernistudies.bsky.social

Just this morning I was discussing the topic in a seminar group: ' When Moses sit down and pay his fare he take out a white handkerchief and blow his nose. The handkerchief turn black and Moses watch it and curse the fog.'

Looking forward to July's joint annual conference of the British Association for Modernist Studies & Modernist Studies Association, where I will be delighting in 'Strange Hells — haunted landscapes and uncanny visions in No Man’s Land' @moderniststudies.bsky.social

As I wait for yet another delayed train, to then be told it is cancelled, I realise that I don't actually remember the last time I got a train that wasn't delayed, cancelled, or both. It appears that Virginia Woolf had similar train issues.

Move over Dante, I have experienced the 7th Circle of Hell, courtesy of CrossCountry Trains.

I was about to say the same thing!

Maybe an idea for the caterers at the next in-person conference..

Now THAT is a selection of words I never envisaged being put together in one sentence.

Thank you #NWiMS15 for a brilliant, energising day hearing about all things Modernist! Here's to the next one 😊

A brilliant, energising day hearing about all things Modernist @ #NWiMS & presenting my musings on liminality, landscapes & the flâneuse. I even - largely - managed to avoid my usual obsession with Mary Borden🤪 Thanks so much to the organisers & to all the other presenters. Here's to the next one 😊

Looking forward to listening to so many interesting papers, and to discussing the Modernist flâneuse at NWiMS 15 on Friday.

#ModWrite Perhaps tangentially Modernist.. analyses of thematic tropes in the accounts of Hadfield-Spears and FAU volunteers in the Western Desert during WW2. Mostly biting insects and a lot of sand.

Existential crisis...

A pint of cider (Pina colada flavour, ooh la la!) to celebrate post-conference exhaustion 🍺😌

Looking forward to heading to Bristol for this year's PGR Arts conference Exchange and Transformation, where I shall be presenting a paper as part of tomorrow's Identity and Metamorphosis panel.

I really enjoyed December's NWiMS conference at UEA (hard to believe it was that long ago) and am really grateful to the lovely team at BAMS @modernistudies.bsky.social for allowing me to spread the word about the wonders of Mary Borden 💙

In the midst of war, one must keep up one's standards. In this instance, Mary Borden's shopping list included a suspender belt, skin tonic, moisturiser and face powder.

. . . I want to return and find the same loveable little woman that I left behind – not a course thing more of a man than a woman – I love you because of your womanly little ways and nature'.

(One can only assume what his views were on female suffrage . . . )

Letter from soldier to his fiancée, WW1:

'Whatever you do, don’t go in Munitions or anything in that line – just fill a Woman’s position and remain being a woman – don’t develop into one of those ‘things’ that are doing men’s work . . .

Not been for ages but it was a regular haunt when I lived and worked in London. Hic.

Oooh yes! 🤪🍷

I am writing a thesis on her as we speak (or rather, type).