Screaming Into the Void

For as long as I can recall, my favourite writer of ghost stories has been M.R. James. He was a very Edwardian figure - a bachelor, an Oxford don and, later, Provost of Eton, the most prestigious private school in the UK. His stories, like his life, were almost entirely focused around male characters steeped in knowledge of arcane medieval manuscripts and Christian superstition. He was deeply conservative and many of his stories focus around the lure of forbidden knowledge and the dangers that lie therein. He was almost certainly a suppressed homosexual and a deep fear of sexuality is...

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