May 20 2011
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“ The Victorians are us – but half-formed, more innocent, unaware of the future. In reading about them we enjoy the frisson of a past that is distant enough to be novel and near enough to remain relevant. The true murder stories of the era are close to us in the sense that we can often go and stand in the very spot where they occurred – beyond living memory, but an indelible stain on the city’s fabric.
— From James McCreet’s ”Why We All Love a Victorian Murder,” at the Guardian’s Comment is Free section.
