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Since when did the English love to queue?

This is a treasure house of a book, filled with curiosities and evidence of a rare breadth of patient investigation. Anyone who has read one of Graham Robb’s books, from his early biographies of classic French writers, through a wonderfully amusing study of 19th-century homosexuals, to a series of historical and geographical studies of France

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Auschwitz-themed novels are cheapening the Holocaust

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Stray shells and suicide bombers in Kabul’s finest hotel

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Death and glory: the politics of the World Cup

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An unheroic hero: Ginster, by Siegfried Kracauer, reviewed

Siegfried Kracauer (1889-1966) made his name as a film theorist. His critical writings have long been available in English, and now his fiction is finally getting its due. The first of his two novels – published in Germany in 1928, five years before Kracauer fled the rise of Nazism – uses as its title his

The vanished glamour of New York nightlife

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