Books

Lovely, enchanting language

28 September 2013 9:00 am

When John Drury, himself an Anglican divine, told James Fenton (the son of a canon of Christ Church) that he…

Vichy from the inside

28 September 2013 9:00 am

There can be few characters in modern fiction more unpleasant than Paul-Jean Husson, the narrator in Romain Slocombe’s Monsieur le…

Dishing the dirt

28 September 2013 9:00 am

Is poetry in good enough health to be made fun of in this way? The irony is that this long,…

Cheap and cheerful

28 September 2013 9:00 am

Mrs Thatcher was widely believed to have said that ‘any man over the age of 26 who finds himself on…

No use crying over spilt blood

28 September 2013 9:00 am

Simon Sebag Montefiore’s One Night in Winter begins in the hours immediately following the solemn victory parade that marked the…

Giving Jonathan a drubbing

28 September 2013 9:00 am

Peter Snow explains that he decided to look into this extraordinary story when he realised how few people knew about…

An elegant command

28 September 2013 9:00 am

Alan Bennett once overheard an old lady say, ‘I think a knighthood was wasted on Derek Jacobi,’ and I know…

Basic instincts

28 September 2013 9:00 am

What do women want? You might have thought the Wife of Bath had got this one sorted, but Daniel Bergner…

The rise of the politicians

28 September 2013 9:00 am

This book expresses what is being more and more widely felt in English-speaking and other western countries: government is becoming…

Books and Arts

21 September 2013 9:00 am

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Darling Flufftail … beloved Pinkpaws

21 September 2013 9:00 am

The correspondence between Christopher Isherwood and Don Bachardy is good for celebrity-spotting but too cloyingly self-absorbed to be of wider interest, says D. J. Taylor

Another Old Wives’ Tale

21 September 2013 9:00 am

Sathnam Sanghera, in his family memoir The Boy with the Topknot, heaped much largely affectionate contempt and ridicule on his…

Master of suspense

21 September 2013 9:00 am

In the outrageous 2010 press hounding of the innocent schoolteacher Christopher Jefferies over the murder of his young female tenant…

The power of the word

21 September 2013 9:00 am

The recorder of early Jewish history has two sources of evidence. One is the Bible. Its centrality was brought home…

Shady groves of academe

21 September 2013 9:00 am

The scene is the common room of All Souls College, Oxford, in the first week of March 1963. It is…

The name game

21 September 2013 9:00 am

In South Korea, some 20 million people share just five surnames. Every one of Denmark’s top 20 surnames ends in…

Driving me crazy

21 September 2013 9:00 am

My various Oxford dictionaries define bizarre as eccentric, whimsical, odd, grotesque, fantastic, mixed in style and half-barbaric. By so many…

Pericles for king

21 September 2013 9:00 am

My brother Pericles Wyatt, as my father liked to say, is by blood the rightful king of England, the nephew…

All work and no play

21 September 2013 9:00 am

Stage Blood, as its title suggests, is as full of vitriol, back-stabbing and conspiracy as any Jacobean tragedy. In this…

Flower power

21 September 2013 9:00 am

After the success of their animal series of monographs, Reaktion Books have had the clever idea of doing something similar…

Back to the camps

21 September 2013 9:00 am

Confronted by this lavishly endorsed book — ‘compelling’ (David Lodge), ‘gripping’(John le Carré),‘thrilling’ (Jonathan Freedland) — I felt depressed. Two…

A unique capacity for personal egotism

21 September 2013 9:00 am

It is peculiarly apt that the author of this autobiography should be the man who coined that now fashionable term…

Poker

21 September 2013 9:00 am

To Dad You wonder if it’s worth the gamble getting up out of your armchair onto your bad leg, to…

Belgian fancy

21 September 2013 9:00 am

In 1958 a vast international trade fair was held just outside Brussels. As well as being a showcase for industry,…

Donkeys led by donkeys

14 September 2013 9:00 am

David Crane is taken aback by the particular contempt Max Hastings appears to reserve for the British at the outbreak of the first world war