The award for “fiction at its most novel” returns for its second year.
“There are two types of interns: poor ones and rich ones. The poor intern has pockets full of hope and needs a permanent position; the rich intern is unmotivated and wants for nothing.”
An excerpt from Bare Reality, a project to further understanding of how women really feel about their breasts, and how they really look.
Most audience members are female, but actresses and female writers are having a tough time.
In the first instalment of her new column for the New Statesman, Suzanne Moore recalls wild times with a dangerously alluring friend in early-1980s New York.
This is perfect comfort food for those who’re feeling vertiginous as they contemplate the giddy extent of the ever-inflating London property bubble.
The editor, critic and writer, who was literary editor of the New Statesman in the 1960s, head of English at UCL and founded the London Review of Books, has died, aged 83.
Luckily the accident wasn’t fatal, or even injurious, but it was final, an absolute bitter end. When I got home I put my car keys in the fruit bowl to make clear I would never be needing them again.
Maps to the Stars places elements of ghost story, black comedy and Hollywood satire in a screwball framework.
Maxine Peake talks on the Prince of Denmark in a new production at the Manchester Royal Exchange.
From U2’s forcedly ubiquitous new album to “rediscovered” paintings from centuries ago, we are surrounded by things that lose and gain artistic status according to their context.
These beautiful, wayward young women, who caused such scandal in their time, were the reality stars of their day, providing plentiful fodder for the papers, society magazines and gossip rags.
Melissa Benn reviews two new books about remarkable 20th-century women – from Emmeline Pankhurst to Marilyn Monroe.
Locking black people in cages for the amusement of wealthy Europeans was a common Victorian amusement – but is recreating it for art’s sake also recreating the racism?