A prolific writer with many novels to her name, Margaret Oliphant could
produce her few supernatural tales 'only when they came to me'. And they
came with the twilight uncertainties and the philosophical depth of 'The
Library Window', or with the extraordinary vision of purgatory imagined
as modern city life mixed with metaphysical terror in 'The Land of
Darkness' or in A Beleaguered City, her extraordinary short novel of
the returning dead.
Like the old Scottish ballads where the dead and the living rub
shoulders, these remarkable tales are among Oliphant's finest work,
mixing the subtlety of Henry James with the uncanny strangeness of
George MacDonald or David Lindsay.