It is well known that Stendhal compared politics in a novel to a gunshot in the middle of a concert – this novel of modern British politcs is more like a mirror being shot at.
A L Kennedy’s satire on Whitehall has moments which fire like gunshots across the page. A shame, then, that other parts are plain overcooked.
I grew up in New York City and had what most people would consider an exceptionally liberal education: yet it skipped over a vital part of our national history.
Cole's collected essays, Known and Stranger Things, combines good writing with emotion and intellect.
Coates draws on a rich, modern African-American mythology to turn T’Challa into the Black Panther: Marvel’s African superhero.
The fictional world of Donald Ray Pollock’s new novel is compellingly brutal. At times, though, it feels as if it could have been rather more.
Garnett’s potent memoir The Day the Music Died shows a life defined by the refusal of even the most ordinary levels of mendacity.
Lauren Elkin's study of women walkers shows how putting one foot in front of the other can be a radical act.
Voltaire said he was the greatest reasoner who ever set pen to paper. But is there a twist to Bayle's thinking?
It's time we re-examined the legacy of England's greatest gardener.
Johnson's new collection of stories mixes the occult and banal to place young women at the centre of the picture.
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