Works
Monographs:
- Hating God: The Untold Story of Misotheism (Oxford University Press, 2010)
- Radicals on the Road: The Politics of English Travel Writing in the 1930s (University of Virginia Press, 2001)
- Rebecca West: Heroism, Rebellion, and the Female Epic (Greenwood, 2002)
Essay Collections:
- Not So Innocent Abroad: the Politics of Travel and Travel Writing'' co-edited with Ulrike Brisson (CSP, 2009)
- Approaches to the Anglo and American Female Epic (Ashgate, 2006)
- Rebecca West Today: Contemporary Critical Approaches (University of Delaware Press, 2007)
Editions of Rebecca West:
- The Return of the Soldier by Rebecca West, co-edited by Bernard Schweizer and Charles Thorne (Broadview Press, 2010)
- The Essential Rebecca West: Uncollected Prose by Rebecca West (Pearhouse Press, 2010)
- Survivors in Mexico by Rebecca West (Yale University Press, 2003)
- Woman as Artist and Thinker by Rebecca West (iUniverse, 2005)
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