I’m late with this week’s post thanks to a big writing deadline at work and a busy weekend of farmer’s markets and home projects. I’m excited to share a somewhat unexpected spooky close reading this week: a short piece about why I think Fleabag is a ghost story. (And a damn good one, at that.)
There are spoilers throughout, so if you haven’t seen this remarkable series yet, please don’t read on until you have. Or, you know, go forth but don’t be mad when I give too much away.
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