If you want to see what an ambivalent attitude we have towards rhetoric, you have only to look at the…
The start of What Am I Still Doing Here? finds Roger Lewis in a state of deep gloom. But then…
If there’s one thing guaranteed to send a reviewer’s spirits plummeting, it’s opening a book and finding that the spellyng is orl rong
How to bury a body
A quietly brilliant debut novel
British writers who set their first novels in America are apt to come horribly unstuck.
Britain recovered from the humiliating loss of her American colonies surprisingly swiftly. But a harsh fate awaited many of her loyalist supporters, according to John Preston
As befits a magazine with an erudite and international readership, I shall begin this review with a short salutation in the Western Greenland Eskimo language: ‘Ata, sûlorsimavutit!’ The phrase, as some of you — although I fear reprehensibly few — will know means: ‘Well, now you have again relieved yourself in your trousers.’ One can, I think, deduce two things from this.
There’s the pretty-much-mandatory South American setting, the gloomy reflections on the nature of reality and unreality, along with a clutch of wildly unreliable narrators.
The first game played by the Allahakbarries Cricket Club at Albury in Surrey in September 1887 did not bode well for the club’s future.
On the first page of this book there is a sentence so extraordinary that I had to read it several times to make sure my eyes weren’t playing up.
Paul Torday was 59 when his first novel, the highly acclaimed Salmon Fishing in the Yemen, was published in 2006.
Although almost every country in the world has some vampire element in its folklore, it still comes as a surprise to learn that Wales was once home to something called a Vampire Chair which bit anyone who sat in it.
Hilary Mantel talks to John Preston about her novel Wolf Hall and the long road of ill health and self-doubt that led her to this acclaimed work of historical fiction