We can change what’s on the cover, but if the content of the book hasn’t changed, it still has the power to limit our children’s aspirations.
The winner of this year’s Samuel Johnson Prize for her book H is for Hawk chronicles a life-changing week.
Ed Smith’s Left Field.
Including: Hilary Mantel, Rowan Williams, Grayson Perry, Alan Johnson, A S Byatt, Geoff Dyer, Alex Salmond, Kate Fox, William Boyd and Dave Eggers.
After such a hellish catastrophe,
what happens to the angels?
Do they tumble down thrones
and dominions like bankers
from tall windows?
Or, wings torn,
As Ferrante’s writing became conspicuous, so did her anonymity. Speculation gathered, not just about her identity but even her sex.
The book reads as if it was dictated, not written. All the way through we hear Boris’s voice; it’s like being cornered in the Drones Club and harangued for hours by Bertie Wooster.
If you ever thought the laid-back vocals of “Dreams” sounded as if they had been recorded by a naked woman lying between satin sheets, then it’s entirely possible you were right.
Every life has some incident or episode that is worth telling. And so it proved as I delved into my Classics books, writes Josh Spero.
We are in a future that is mostly just like the present. This isn’t the world of The Jetsons: Peter and his wife Bea shop in Tesco, have a cat called Joshua, drive a regular old car and read the Daily Express.
There’s simply no reason to think that language (or society) is crumbling at all, says Pinker.
David Aaronovitch reviews new books about wealth and inequality by Linda Tirado, John Kampfner and Danny Dorling.
The £10,000 prize for experimental fiction has been awarded to the Scottish writer for her sixth novel which is “dizzyingly good and so clever that it makes you want to dance”.
Poetry Notebook is primarily a defence of apprenticeship and craft in pursuit of the elixir of memorability.
Consumed doesn’t read as a novel by a man who has spent most of his life writing screenplays – except, perhaps, that it reacts in the opposite direction, towards an art-house pacing.
The primal damaging act in this novel is the appalling violence meted out by West Pakistan during Bangladesh’s war of independence in 1971, in particular the systematic campaign of rape.
“Digging for victory” during the Second World War is well-covered ground but the precedent was set three decades earlier when the government sleepwalked into a food crisis during WWI.
Historians, scholars and Berliners are looking back at the chain of cause, effect and accident that led to the events of that night of 9 November 1989, and the way the city and its citizens have evolved since then.
In the end, science is part of culture and the scientist is a reader like any other. Next year, let’s have an astrophysicist on the panel.
The Canadian author reflects on ageing, generational inequality, reworking Shakespeare and writing stories that no one will read for a century.
Stalin emerges from Stephen Kotkin’s book as that most frightening of figures – a man of absolute conviction.
Hers is the spirit of the age: the age of selfishness. An age of greed, financial crime, and indifference to the poor, sick, and disabled.
From Judith Kerr’s The Crocodile Under the Bed to a Psammead sequel, there are plenty of new titles to delight all ages this season, writes Amanda Craig.
To capitalise on the success of Wolf Hall or perhaps to offer an accurate historical account of Cromwell, there have been four recent or reissued biographies of Henry VIII’s first minister. Borman’s narrative adds a fifth.
When it comes to solutions to our post-crisis problems, Martin Wolf argues, the first step is to jettison the straitjacket of mainstream economics – and this he proceeds to do.
Under the surface of World Order is a searing critique of the Obama administration’s foreign policy. While Obama has embraced the label of “realist”, this is not a realism that Kissinger recognises.
The Canadian author and social activist on parenthood, people power and why climate change could be the ultimate opportunity for the left.
The weird realism that runs through Lovecraft’s writings undermines any belief system – religious or humanist – in which the human mind is the centre of the universe.