About the Society
Cryptic crosswords are one of Britain’s great pleasures, and one of its best kept secrets, because from the outside they look like gibberish written by someone showing off. Most people bounce off them once and never come back.
The Society of Crossed Words exists to fix that. It serves two tiny cryptic clues a day, crossed at a shared letter. You can ask for a hint, then another, and when you finish, however you finish, each clue is taken apart in front of you: here is the definition, here is the wordplay, here is why the answer was certain all along.
Do that daily for a few weeks and something lovely happens. The gibberish becomes a game you know the rules to.
What it believes
Hints are not cheating. They are teaching.
Revealing an answer is not failure. It is a worked example, and you paid one clue for it.
Streaks should feel like a warm habit, never a debt.
Nobody, ever, should be made to feel slow by a puzzle.
House rule, the fourth
The staff
Membership Secretary
Forty years in the post, and never once seen arriving or leaving. He writes the front matter, keeps the Dispatch, and takes hints himself.
Lecturer in Applied Misdirection
Formerly of a university she declines to name. She sets down the lessons, and holds that anyone willing to be shown the seam can learn to solve.
Who makes it
Made with an unreasonable fondness for symmetry, cream paper and the moment a penny drops. Every clue is original and written for beginners first.
There is no marketing department, no growth plan and no investors. Just clues, written one at a time, for people who like them.
The course, in four volumes
How it is kept
Your progress lives on your own device and nowhere else. Guests are welcome at the daily crossing, and full membership opens the whole library. It works offline on the train, which is where all the best solving happens anyway.