Laura Freeman

Can we know an artist by their house?

When I started writing a life of Jim Ede, I thought: serene interiors, serene soul. Not a bit of it

Alexandre Dumas’s writing studio, Chateau D’If, the prettiest gingerbread garden office you ever saw. Credit: Alan Br. Pro / Alamy Stock Photo

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There’s a new book out that depicts Irish people as gurning ginger-haired imbeciles who do Irish jigs in the garden and eat bacon and cabbage every day. Who produced this offensive tome? Must have been some Neanderthal bigots, right, who wish it was still the 1970s and still acceptable to Paddy-bash? Actually, it was a

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