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Forgotten classics take centre stage in this week's Retros: THE STEPDAUGHTER by Caroline Blackwood, FROM SCENES LIKE THESE by Gordon M. Williams, THE WOMAN IN THE HALL by G. B. Stern

Forgotten classics take centre stage in this week's Retros: THE STEPDAUGHTER by Caroline Blackwood, FROM SCENES LIKE THESE by Gordon M. Williams, THE WOMAN IN THE HALL by G. B. Stern

Daily Mail​13-06-2025
THE STEPDAUGHTER by Caroline Blackwood (Virago £9.99, 128pp)
It's hard to think of a blacker portrait of betrayal and damage, conveyed in so few pages, than this debut novel.
The narrator, J, writes a series of imaginary letters in her head after her wealthy lawyer husband abandons her in a fabulous New York apartment. But she is left with her silent, compulsively overeating teenage stepdaughter Renata, whom she despises so much that 'one often has a longing to try to damage her even more'.
Her lifestyle is contingent on looking after Renata, until a breathtaking twist reveals a different perspective and J is forced to confront a new narrative – for all of them. Wickedly witty, it is the fate of the pathetically passive Renata that haunts in the closing pages.
From Scenes Like These is available now from the Mail Bookshop
FROM SCENES LIKE THESE by Gordon M. Williams (Picador £10.99, 352pp)
Despite being bright at school, working-class Duncan leaves aged 15, preferring harsh, underpaid labouring on a local farm with brutal Blackie and womanising Telfer, who has dreams of emigrating to Canada.
Duncan's vision of what is manly is distorted by his cold, paralysed father, local footballers and the economic decline of 1950s Scotland. But when he meets middle-class Elsa, he believes, momentarily, in love and a future. At the same time, secretly pregnant Mary arrives at the
farm, desperate to secure someone with prospects for her unborn child.
This 1969 Booker-shortlisted portrait of small-town claustrophobia, violence and unfulfilled lives is bleak, bitter and brilliantly believable.
THE WOMAN IN THE HALL by G. B. Stern (British Library £9.99, 352pp)
Single mother Lorna Blake wants nothing but the best for her disadvantaged daughters and, in the London Society of the 1930s, there's plenty of spare cash to be found – if you know how to work the system. So, Lorna spins tales of poverty, sickness and abuse as she 'grifts' her way into homes, dragging her reluctant girls on the 'visits'.
But the past catches up with Lorna, and both of her daughters will be forced to develop their own talents, as their mother, when cornered, proves a ruthless survivor.
Criss-crossing continents, this is rich with humour and eccentric characters – although Lorna, as befits a con artist, is unknowable until the end.
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He's shredded! Brian Cox delivers a VERY public flogging for Britain's most odious banker

Daily Mail​

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He's shredded! Brian Cox delivers a VERY public flogging for Britain's most odious banker

In days gone by there were designated areas in Scotland's capital for public floggings – the Grassmarket for example, or Mercat Cross. These ritual spankings were administered on behalf of the good people who, in their outrage at transgressions beyond the pale, demanded brutal satisfaction. Few of us may have the stomach for them today. But a 21st century spanking is taking place nightly in Edinburgh a short walk from the spots where the old ones used to happen. The new location is the Festival Theatre. There's scarcely a spare seat to be had. Granted, the villain of the piece – a Mr Fred Goodwin – takes his beating in absentia, although he would be welcome to buy a ticket if penitence were his thing, which we know it isn't. But a spanking is what it indubitably is – two hours and 40 minutes of metaphorical thwacks to the bare bottom of Britain's most odious banker. And who does the flogging? 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Sarah Jessica Parker drives And Just Like That fans to tears with Carrie Bradshaw tribute as woke series ends
Sarah Jessica Parker drives And Just Like That fans to tears with Carrie Bradshaw tribute as woke series ends

Daily Mail​

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Sarah Jessica Parker drives And Just Like That fans to tears with Carrie Bradshaw tribute as woke series ends

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'And Just Like That ...' to end after third season
'And Just Like That ...' to end after third season

The Independent

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  • The Independent

'And Just Like That ...' to end after third season

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