Author Archives: camillabruce
Katie Bender, Witch of the Prairie
While researching folklore that crops up in serial killers’ wake, I found some really interesting stories linking Katie Bender, of the infamous Bender family, to old-school witchcraft. The Benders, Ma, Pa and Katie and John, arrived in Cherryvale, Kansas, in … Continue reading
That Strange Little Place in the Mountains
If you’re feeling a little burned out, there’s no better place to go to refill the well than Røros — which is just what a friend and I did this summer. It’s not far from home at all, just … Continue reading
Best News Ever
Last night, while I was already sipping bubbly things at the annual office Christmas party — I got an e-mail with this beautiful gem of a screen cap: Yup, it’s true. My strange, little novel has found a home with … Continue reading
This Year’s Summer Reads
I’m not sure if my summer reads are what most people consider summer reads. I tend not to choose the easy breezy ones — although I often like them when I do. This year’s load of novels is no exception, though, … Continue reading
The One Book to Rule Them All
Rereading this one — am looking forward to feeling slightly insane for a while.
The Dead Next Door
From I was nine to nineteen, I lived on the wooden half of a former island studded with ancient burial mounds. It’s not hard to see why the place has always been inhabited: the soil is rich, there was game … Continue reading
Some Very Good Reasons to Like Elisabeth of Bavaria
O loved ones who live in distant times to come and who now speaks to my soul, will often be in your company: will be revived when you read a poem. Sometimes an odd bird flies into a royal cage. Elisabeth … Continue reading
Cake in Vienna
This week, I was in Vienna. This is what I saw:
Best reads in 2015
I read a lot last year. Much of it was mediocre, some of it bad, and a few books were shiny, glittering gems. These are the jewels: Wylding Hall by Elisabeth Hand This is my no. 1 read last year, … Continue reading
The Worst Guy…
I am quickly approaching 40, falling by every definition into the spinster category: unmarried, unwooed and with my very own cat collection (albeit a small one, counting only two). What does not appear in this picture however, is that I … Continue reading
