1.0The New York Review of Bookshttps://www.nybooks.comMaryanne Chaneyhttps://www.nybooks.com/contributors/maryanne_chaney/Love in Plague Time |rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="TUS2r54tQJ"><a href="https://www.nybooks.com/articles/2020/01/16/historical-fiction-love-plague/">Love in Plague Time</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.nybooks.com/articles/2020/01/16/historical-fiction-love-plague/embed/#?secret=TUS2r54tQJ" width="600" height="338" title="“Love in Plague Time” — The New York Review of Books" data-secret="TUS2r54tQJ" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript">
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It is 1348. Berna has stolen a book from her father’s library, and now she is getting the gardener to cut her a rose from the grounds of their manor house in Gloucestershire. These crimes, she explains to her cousin Pogge, are nothing compared to the one she had been planning, which was to take her own life by throwing herself into the moat. “Your moat’s not profound enough for drownage,” her cousin points out drily.https://www.nybooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/wills_1-011620.jpg