Mary Gaitskill's new novel presents an agonising world of "nice" and "nasty", where moral choice is always constrained.
In Dillard’s hands, sand is moulded into an entire world.
One of the most consistent pleasures of Levy’s fiction is her complete resistance to unthinking characters, unthinking female characters in particular.
Michael Punke's The Revenant may have informed last year's Oscar-winning film, but it is both more complex and more honest.
Margaret MacMillan’s selection of neglected voices in History’s People reminds us how individual choices and actions come to shape our world.
I Am Sorry to Think I Have Raised a Timid Son and The Seven Good Years may two more books by middle-class, middle-aged men, but the journeys they undertake are profound.
Ultimate Questions by Bryan Magee invites us to reconsider the very nature of truth - but its answers are sometimes vague.
Walsh's short stories are elegant, but the closed-off life they portray is an impoverished one for anybody.
Stéphane Heuet's illustrated adaptation of Swann's Way is a triumph.
Mervyn King's The End of Alchemy is rigorous - but his “audacity of pessimism” may be more pessimistic than audacious.
Antisocial and curious, rude and generous, a literary EastEnders fan – my friend was full of contradictions.
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