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British novelist says republished works were presented as ‘wimmins fiction of the worst kind’

Helena Bonham Carter Spokeswoman Tracy Jones said: “Drawing on the rich history of the house and its occupants, this June to September’s outdoor programme brings Britain’s leading artists, writers and thinkers on art, film, literature, music and society to Sussex. “Featuring famous writers Antonia Fraser, Jeanette Winterson and John Cooper Clarke, renowned fashion editor Alexandra Shulman, artist Jeremy Deller and Hollywood actor Helena Bonham-Carter, Charleston’s wide-ranging summer programme, on a new outdoor stage designed by Pup Architects, explores such diverse themes as 19th-c...

AFTER the glorious sunshine earlier this week, the weather has taken a turn for the Easter weekend.  So while enjoying a chocolate egg or two, why not curl up with a book set in East Lancashire? Here are five novels to get you started. 1. Her Father’s Sins, by Josephine Cox Josephine Cox This is the first novel published by bestselling Blackburn author Josephine Cox, who sadly died in July last year. Published in 1988, it follows a girl called Queenie as she grows up in post-war Blackburn, and Queenie’s life mirrors Cox’s in other ways too – both having alcoholic father...

Opinion Every item on this page was chosen by a Town & Country editor. We may earn commission on some of the items you choose to buy. The World to Come and the New Wave of Queer Period Pieces How lesbian bodice rippers became Hollywood's latest power move. By Aaron Hicklin Vlad Cioplea It’s a cast iron law of film reviewing that if you’re writing about a lesbian historical drama you must always refer to it as “ravishing.” Todd Haynes’s Carol? “Ravishing.” Yorgos Lanthimos’s The Favourite? “Royally ravishing.” Céline Sciamma’s Portrait of a Lady on Fire? �...

‘The reader doesn’t need to have answers, but they do need to have theories.’ Lake Like a Mirror. In Chile it is morning and I am sitting down to write about translating Sok Fong’s stories. She tells me that in her piece she might write about ambiguity and my immediate thought is that in this case I might write about amphibians. When I was younger, I used to mix the two words up – ambiguous, amphibious: such similar forms, all those syllables – and even now that I know better, I think of them as related: both make me think of a murky colour, some sort of greenish-grey; watery.