For almost three decades the novelist Beryl Bainbridge, who died last week, wrote book reviews and diaries for The Spectator.
I approached the late David Nokes’s scholarly book with some trepidation, having heard that it had been criticised for its apparent dismissal of James Boswell.
Beryl Bainbridge reflects on a literary life
Beryl Bainbridge puts on a Liverpudlian accent and goes searching for St George
Merseyside memories in the European Capital of culture
This week I’m going to the Hay-on-Way literary festival
Beryl Bainbridge on revolution and the revolting
The sinister world of old buildings and modern technology
Beryl Bainbridge defends her brave and beloved Liverpool, but wonders whether there has been too much wailing and gnashing of teeth this week
The Man Booker Prize dinner was held on Tuesday in the Egyptian room of the British Museum. It’s something of…
All one needs is celery
The more one reads about polar exploration in previous centuries, the more one comes to the conclusion that men were…