This Christmas Day Link Dump is, of course, sponsored by the Santa Cats.
What the hell was the Ghost of the Silent Pool?
What the hell are the ghost trains?
Who the hell was Peter Bergmann?
Watch out for those Christmas puddings!
Watch out for those Christmas salad dressings!
Watch out for those Christmas dinners!
Watch out for those Christmas ghosts!
Watch out for those Christmas vampires!
Watch out for those Christmas gawgaws!
Watch out for those Christmas celebrations, full stop!
If you've been following my Twitter posts about Victorian children's books, their cookbooks will come as no great surprise.
A Ralph Thoresby Christmas.
A Richard the Lionheart Christmas.
A Napoleon Christmas.
A Georgian Christmas.
A medieval monk Christmas.
An Antarctic Christmas.
A Calcutta Christmas.
A solitary London Christmas.
A Victorian Christmas.
A Victorian Hospital Christmas.
A Broadmoor Christmas.
A World War I Christmas.
If you still want to risk your life with a Christmas pudding, here are some vintage recipes.
A Dorset Christmas ghost story.
The Shelleys and the occult.
Remembering Clara Barton.
The hazards of being an infertile queen.
The "other" humans.
Mistletoe as medicine.
An utterly characteristic Victorian Christmas poem.
The Gypsy of Cherry Street.
Victorian flirtation cards.
A nice example of medieval Karma.
Oh, just some giant insects attacking Victorian London.
The Golden Farmer comes to a bad end. (The sequel is here.)
Another example of why the most wild-eyed dystopian author could not equal North Korea.
"Revolting oven tragedy." "Illustrated Police News." I think you can guess where we're going here.
The world's oldest ham. No, no, not Nicolas Cage.
The Singing Bookbinder.
In case you're looking for a really exciting tourist destination, you can get to Hell via Ohio.
The death of J.M.W. Turner.
The life of an anchorite.
Why you probably wouldn't want your kids reading Hans Christian Anderson's diaries.
The long workhouse life of Mary Hicks.
A pony takes a balloon ride, 1828.
The early 19th century Lake District.
Bye-bye, Boleskine.
And, finally, I hope everyone enjoyed the supernatural truce!
And here is the end of the final Link Dump for 2015. See you on Monday, when we'll look at what was probably the worst book promotion idea ever. In the meantime, I wish you all a merry Christmas--or happy holidays, or whatever good-cheer formula you prefer.
A merry - and not TOO strange - Christmas to everyone there.
ReplyDeleteThe story of "Peter Bergmann" is fascinating - there are elements of the Australian Somerton Man mystery, with the deceased removing any identifying features from their clothing.
ReplyDeleteI am still puzzled why someone would dispose of personal documents over several days - the easiest thing would have been to burn or bury all of them in one go. "Bergmann" must have had a very good knowledge of the CCTV camera network in Sligo, to avoid being filmed disposing of the papers from the purple bag.
Were the purple bag and computer bag recovered from the beach, or had they disappeared as well?