Until the early 1800s, Grub Street was the name of a street in London’s impoverished Moorfields district. In the 1700s and 1800s, the street was famous for its concentration of mediocre, impoverished ‘hack writers’, aspiring poets, and low-end publishers and booksellers, who existed on the margins of the journalistic and literary scene. Grub Street’s bohemian, impoverished literary scene was set amidst the poor neighbourhood’s low-rent flophouses, brothels, and coffeehouses.
“…most of us were about the idlest young dogs that squandered away their time on the pavements of Paris or London. We would not work. I declare in all candour that…the average number of hours per week which I devoted to literary production did not exceed four.”
– George Augustus Sala
This blog is largely devoted to my informal, unprofessional reviews of every book I read. Occasionally I will bemoan my station, post some of my own fiction, or rant about the appalling state of politics/public sentiment/journalism in Australia.
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