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Judith Flanders

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Judith is the author of A Circle of Sisters, a biography of Alice Kipling, Louisa Baldwin, Agnes Poynter and Georgiana Burne-Jones, The Victorian House: Domestic Life from Childbirth to Deathbed, and Consuming Passions: Leisure and Pleasure in Victorian England. Her new book, The Invention of Murder, was recently published in paperback. She writes on the arts and books for the Spectator, the Wall Street Journal, the Sunday Telegraph and the TLS.

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