In the 26 years since the publication of her highly acclaimed first novel, Oranges are Not the Only Fruit, Jeanette…
He’s got a winning formula, this writer, and he’s sticking to it. Set the action over seven days, in and…
Oh what a tangled web she weaves! Victoria Hislop’s third novel, the appropriately titled The Thread, is pleasingly complex. The…
Is Sebastian Barry writing tragedy, or melodrama?
A.L. Kennedy's prose makes you forget all her faults
A quietly brilliant debut novel
As L.P. Hartley noted, the past is a foreign country: they do things differently there. And no more so than during the two world wars, a fact that has provided a rich seam for several debut novelists to mine this summer.
John Lawton’s Inspector Troy series constantly surprises.
The narrator of Julian Barnes’s novella has failed disastrously to understand his first love. David Sexton admires this skilful story, but finds something missing
Each year Genevieve Lee holds an ‘alternative’ dinner party, to which she invites, along with her friends, a couple of people she wouldn’t ordinarily mix with — a Muslim, say, or homosexual.
River of Smoke begins with the storm that struck the convict ship the Ibis at the end of Amitav Ghosh’s 2008 Man Booker-shortlisted Sea of Poppies.
Sam Leith tracks the careers of Alan Hollinghurst’s captivating new characters through youthful exuberance to old age, dust and a literary afterlife
If you know anything at all about Cynthia Ozick — an officially accredited grande dame in America, less famous in Britain — you won’t be surprised to hear that her new novel is influenced by Henry James.
This is a state of the nation novel or more accurately a state of Mumbai novel.
I am in love with Jackson Brodie. Does this mean that, in a literary homoerotic twist, I am actually in love with Kate Atkinson, his creator? I think it must. Sometimes I think I am Jackson Brodie. We share many traits: 50-odd, mid-life crisis, a lost (though in my case not murdered) sister. I know that it’s really Kate Atkinson who is Jackson Brodie. She must have a lost or murdered sister, mustn’t she?
An ex-farmer whose brother has died fighting in Iraq is the man at the centre of Graham Swift’s new book, a state-of-the-nation novel on a small canvas.
Julie Myerson’s eighth novel is told by a woman who roams the City of London after an unspecified apocalypse (no power, bad weather).
The story of Harry the Valet is the stuff of fiction.
Derby Day is meticulously plotted and written with bouncy confidence.
Beryl Bainbridge’s last novel is a haunting echo of her own final years, according to A. N. Wilson
At Last is the fifth — and, it’s pretty safe to say, most eagerly awaited — of Edward St Aubyn’s Patrick Melrose novels.
The Forgotten Waltz is one of those densely recapitulative novels that seek to interpret emotional crack-up from the angle of its ground-down aftermath.
The South American rain forest is the perfect environment for a dank, uncomfortable thriller.
If the production team of The Archers ever needs a scriptwriter at short notice, they need look no further than Miranda France.
‘What am I? A completely ordinary person from the so-called higher reaches of society.