#Wilkie Collins

[pawswithprose]

Lately 💫💕

[tygerland]

Frederick Walker. Promotional artwork for Wilkie Collins' play,The Woman in White (a dramatization of his novel) which opened at London's Olympic Theatre, 9 October 1871.

[dabiconcordia]

“It was cold and barren. It was no longer the view that I remembered. The sunshine of his presence was far from me. The charm of his voice no longer murmured in my ear.” ― Wilkie Collins

[viillette]

I had mechanically turned in this latter direction, and was strolling along the lonely high-road – idly wondering, I remember, what the Cumberland young ladies would look like – when, in one moment, every drop of blood in my body was brought to a stop by the touch of a hand laid lightly and suddenly on my shoulder from behind me. I turned on the instant, with my fingers tightening round the handle of my stick. There, in the middle of the broad, bright high-road – there, as if it had that moment sprung out the earth or dropped from the heavens – stood the figure of a solitary Woman, dressed from head to foot in white garments; her face bent in grave inquiry on mine, her hand pointing to the dark cloud over London, as I faced her.

— The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins

[derangedrhythms]

My mind, in that breathless interval, felt like a total blank. I was conscious of nothing but a painful intensity of all familiar perceptions. The sun grew blinding bright; the white sea birds chasing each other far beyond me, seemed to be flitting before my face; the mellow murmur of the waves on the beach was like thunder in my ears.

Wilkie Collins, from 'The Woman in White'

[spacieacademic]

I would just like to ask the general public, why am I not in a gothic romance? Seems kinda unreasonable.

[dickensianenglishbulldog]

BRING BACK THE EPISTOLARY NOVEL!

[thebeautifulbook]

LOTOS LEAVES: Original stories, Essays, and Poems edited by James Brougham and John Elderkin by (Boston: Gill, 1875/London: Chatto & Windus, 1875).

Original work by members of the Lotos Club: Mark Twain. Wilkie Collins, Whitclaw Reid, Alfred Tennyson, John Hay, Edward Greey, et al.

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[alioshakaramazov]

[studiotriggerfan397]

Classics Illustrated #61. "The Woman in White" by Wilkie Collins.

[treemaidengeek]

"autumnal exuberance of figure" is my new favorite expression about middle-aged body/weight changes 🥰

(I'm reading The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins. It's entertaining... and also very 1860s British. I would genuinely love to find a queer, feminist, postcolonial retelling of the story. There's some interesting material to play with about British occupation of India, racism, ableism, misogyny, & classism.)

[ijustkindalikebooks]

“The dull people decided years and years ago, as everyone knows, that novel-writing was the lowest species of literary exertion, and that novel reading was a dangerous luxury and an utter waste of time.” ― Wilkie Collins, My Miscellanies.

[fictionadventurer]

🪅, 🐿, and 👒, please?

🪅 A book that came as a complete surprise to you

I was astonished by how enthralling (and fun) the narrative voices were in The Moonstone, and even more astonished by how much I loved Marian Halcombe (probably my favorite character I've encountered in Victorian literature) in The Woman in White.

🐿 A series you'd like to have more and more and more of

I'd like to have more and more books in the Emma M. Lion series, and since we're only on Volume 7 on a planned 24, it sounds like we're going to get it.

👒 A book that you like, but not for the reason most people do

I love Anne of Windy Poplars (partially) because of the letters between Anne and Gilbert, not in spite of them.

[maculategiraffe]

decided to branch out and read more wilkie collins than just the moonstone and woman in white so I'm reading man and wife and first of all it is the most weirdly paced book. introduces a bunch of characters and then is like "okay so skip twenty years ahead. here's a scene at a breakfast table. okay now skip fifteen more years. all of those breakfast people are dead now and their kids are playing croquet"

but it's fun! moving right along!

the main issue I am having with it is there are currently two young ladies and they are best friends and one is freaking adorable and precious and the other one is just--

--okay she is under a lot of stress. she is secretly pregnant by a complete asshole who said he would come meet her in an inn on a mountain to marry her and then he got busy and sent his buddy instead to let her know he would totally come marry her, like, some other time. stressful!

but a) don't be an asshole to the buddy, none of this is his fault and he's being incredibly sweet and nervous and apologetic and cute about this. also he's insanely in love with your bff and she is in love with him so at least try to pretend to be friendly

and b) your absolutely adorable and precious little bff steals a pony from her stepmother and rides it up a mountain at midnight in a hailstorm to come check on you because the note you left saying you were going off to be secretly married sounded weird. and then hurls her dripping wet little self into your arms and hugs the heck out of you and then is like "I was worried about you, I still am, you look miserable, I'm getting you all wet, hold up while I borrow a muumuu from the desk lady to change into, okay I'm back now am I going to meet your fiancé or are you worried he'll fall in love with me instead if he sees me in the desk lady's muumuu"

why the fuck are you making her boyfriend hide under the bed??? like that doesn't make the situation a bazillion times weirder than if you were just like "fuck, blanche, it's a long and horrible story! but you clearly love and trust me and if I tell you honestly that nobody's done anything wrong here I feel like you'll hear me out, yeah?"

anne you make bad decisions and also you're weirdly mean and rude all the time. bring on the next random twenty year time skip where you've died for no reason and blanche is cutely matchmaking between your daughter anne iii and her own adorable and forthright son at. like. a backgammon party

[litandlifequotes]

And earth was heaven a little the worse for wear. And heaven was earth, done up again to look like new.

The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins

[derangedrhythms]

The winter is coming – ah, my love, the winter is coming soon!

Wilkie Collins, from 'The Woman in White'