When politicians, the media and royalty are unanimous in their judgement that a man is a bad egg, I feel there’s probably much to be said for him.
Competitiveness – against peers or past greats – may prove the initial motivation. But how long can it drive a life or a career?
Pseudo-radical academics do the same damage to the cause of the political left in Britain as the populist American right does to the Republican Party.
The arithmetical Everest facing the party means Miliband's successor may find it even harder to convince anyone they can become prime minister.
The work of John Berger, who has died aged 90, represents a challenge. How to describe a writer whose bibliography contains ten “novels”, four “plays”, three collections of “poetry” and 33 books labelled “other”?
The judgements of our financial and political leaders are breathtakingly narrow. Nobel Prize-winning economist Amartya Sen considers the alternatives.
Amitav Ghosh’s new novel, Flood of Fire, takes you to the end of its exploring, only to hint that the story is just beginning.
As Shoes: Pleasure and Pain opens at London’s V&A, Jane Shilling explores why our footwear carries such emotional weight.
Bob Stanley unpicks the recording industry’s tangled history of takeovers, piracy and changing technology.
Charlotte Gordon has managed to produce that rare thing, a work of genuinely popular history.
That evil is banal has been observed. The route to it in the case of the Tsarnaevs was a meandering path to which hindsight can bring little meaningful insight.
In Rosaleen Madigan, Enright has created a mater dolorosa without rival in the annals of Irish mothers.
Michael Bloch's book on homosexuality in the house is fun - but little more than a naughty pleasure.
I would love to have been in the meeting when Mellor pitched this version of her drama.
The programme slowed palpably to accept the age-old information that people who create beauty aren’t always good and frequently don’t even come close.
These back-room frumps whisper instructions into the earpieces of tuxedo-wearing spies out on the casino floors, or save them from pursuers by launching strategic missile attacks at a moment’s notice.
It may be because London’s docks have migrated downriver that the city has so little psychic involvement with its own far-eastern hinterland. . . or not.
Banff National Park is home to many remarkable creatures but most evenings the talk around the bar and the dinner table usually returns to bears.
Haemochromatosis is the commonest single gene disorder in northern Europe: roughly one in 200 Caucasian people is genetically susceptible.
By 1874, three of the City’s four MPs were Conservatives.
I saw the recycling bag shuddering with Mousey’s orgiastic delight and started to reflect on animal cruelty.
I was sort of fine, though every time I heard Greek tinkly music I would cry. Concussion is a strange thing.
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