Mary Gaitskill's new novel presents an agonising world of "nice" and "nasty", where moral choice is always constrained.
Like Shriver's previous offerings, The Mandibles: a Family – 2029-2047 takes on a difficult topic: this time, American debt.
Not the Chilcot Report by Peter Oborne reveals how Blair exagerrated evidence from the intelligence services to parliament – and the public.
My fanfiction was almost uniformly awful, like most of the things I did or liked when I was becoming myself.
In 2015, more people landed in Greece in a single month than the whole EU has agreed to share over the next two years – and it's a tide that can't be turned.
Like all the scions of Harry Potter webmastery, I ruled with a gently fascist temperament.
Porcelain: a Memoir swerves around the tired tropes of most rock stories in a joyfully honest look at his life in the 1990s.
Translated fiction is not a genre. It is illogical and unhelpful to suggest otherwise.
Despite its "zany" title, Thatcher Stole My Trousers is a provocative and original look back at Sayle's life.
Richard III was innocent, Mary I was hard done by, and it really wasn't fair that they shot Anastasia.
Modern cricket has a split personality: the die-hard fans all agree that five-day Test matches and four-day domestic matches represent “proper” cricket, yet worldwide few people turn out to watch them.
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