Emily Gerard - Works

Works

  • Reata; or What's in a Name, Edinburgh and London: William Blackwood and Sons, 1880.
  • Beggar My Neighbor, Edinburgh and London: William Blackwood and Sons, 1882.
  • The Waters of Hercules, Edinburgh and London: William Blackwood and Sons, 1885.

(these first three novels are all under the name "E.D. Gerard" - a collaborative pen name of Emily and her sister Dorothea Gerard)

  • "Transylvanian Superstitions." The Nineteenth Century, 1885, p. 128-144.
  • The Land Beyond the Forest: Facts, Figures, and Fancies from Transylvania, New York: Harper & Brothers, 1888.
  • Bis, 1890.
  • A Secret Mission, 1891.
  • A Sensitive Plant, 1891. (as "E.D. Gerard" in collaboration with Dorothea Gerard.)
  • The Voice of a Flower, 1893.
  • A Foreigner, 1896.
  • An Electric Shock, 1897.
  • Tragedy of a Nose, 1898.
  • The Extermination of Love: A fragmentary study in erotics, Edinburgh and London: William Blackwood and Sons, 1901.
  • The Heron's Tower, 1904.
  • Honour's Glassy Bubble, A Story of Three Generations, 1906. (Posthumously published.)

Aside from the collaborations, she was most commonly identified as "E. Gerard" on the title pages of these works.

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