On a cold October night in 1854, an innocent man is stabbed to death. So begins The Meaning of Night, the extraordinary story of Edward Glyver, scholar and murderer.
Glyver’s path leads him from the depths of Victorian London, with its foggy streets, brothels and opium dens, to Evenwood, one of England’s most enchanting country houses. His is a tale of betrayal and treachery, of death and delusion, of ruthless obsession and ambition. And at every turn, driving Glyver irresistibly onwards, is his deadly rival ‒ the poet-criminal Phoebus Rainsford Daunt.
Thirty years in the writing, this novel by Michael Cox is full of drama and passion.
‘A novel of fate and free will, forensic detection and blind love, crime and its justifications . . . finely tuned yet extravagantly complex’ Evening Standard
Gaslight and Newgate Knockers
Literary associations with drugs abound: Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Thomas De Quincey (opium); Jean-Paul Sartre and W. H. Auden (Benzedrine); Charles Baudelaire and William Butler Yeats (hashish);...
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