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Poison pen letters
Richard Bradford has written more than 20 books of literary criticism and biography. This latest one is a compendium of…
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Three was a crowd
Mirabel Cecil on Lord Berners’s volatile ménage — as surprising and colourful as his famous dyed doves
A glimpse of the limelight
On 5 August 2010, 33 men entered the remote San José mine in Chile’s Atacama desert to begin their 12-hour…
The Irony of Wislava Szymborska
In London, I remember the indignation. Surely the Nobel prize should have gone to Zbigniew Herbert, the Polish poet we…
Fear of freedom
There are hundreds of resounding ideas and shrewd precepts in Adam Zamoyski’s temperate yet splendidly provocative Phantom Terror. This is…
Rock of ages
Philip Marsden’s book is about place. He makes a distinction between place and space. In his mind ‘place’ is something…
Daddy, we hardly knew you
The lefty hereditary peer has few equals as a figure of fun, in life or literature. The late Tony Benn…
Our homes inhabit us
Depending on your approach, home is where your heart is, where you hang your hat, or possibly where you hang…
Queen of rom-com
I have come late to Nora Ephron — a little too late for her, anyway, as she died in 2012.…
Double trouble
In the world of Gaito Gazdanov, a Russian émigré soldier turned taxi driver who began writing fiction in the 1920s,…
Palaces for the people
Sir Winston Churchill did not invent the prefab, but on 26 March 1944 he made an important broadcast promising to…
They had a dream
One of the easiest mistakes to make about history is to assume that the past is like the recent past,…
Talking himself into madness
‘There are the Alps. What is there to say about them?/ They don’t make sense. Fatal glaciers, crags cranks climb,…
An idler’s idyll
Oblomov, first published in 1859, is the charming tale of a lazy but lovable aristocrat in 19th-century Russia. The novel’s…
Flotsam and jetsam flung across the shore
Writing to a god seems a presumptuous thing. Who are we, feeble mortal creatures whose lives pass in the blink…
Lazarus is back
Australia’s Ambassador to the United States, Kim Beazley, still quips that John Winston Howard is his nemesis. This does not…
The Irony of Wislava Szymborska
In London, I remember the indignation. Surely the Nobel prize should have gone to Zbigniew Herbert, the Polish poet we…
The Irony of Wislava Szymborska
In London, I remember the indignation. Surely the Nobel prize should have gone to Zbigniew Herbert, the Polish poet we…


























