Celebration of the “Hallmark holiday” is at an all-time low in the UK.
Valery Gergiev and the London Symphony Orchestra's rendition of all five Prokofiev piano concertos in one programme has divided critics: is it a gimmick, or a masterstroke?
Michael Moorcock revolutionised science fiction with symbolism, sex and psychoactive drugs. Now, at 75, he has invented another genre.
What do J P Morgan, Sigmund Freud and Kim Kardashian all have in common with E L Doctorow? A hazy relationship between fact and fiction, that's what.
McGovern’s microphone sagged. “I just had my feeling about this particular planet go down a notch.” “The Beige Planet,” piped up her co-presenter, Lawrence Pollard.
We might be twenty years on from Toy Story, but Inside Out is proof that computer-animated features can still deliver giddy imaginative crescendos.
Yes, Melvyn Bragg is charming, handsome, luxuriantly haired, articulate, a quick study. But there is something questing about him, too – and it is this that made him such a fine interviewee.
As in Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, Louis de Bernières’s subject in this new novel is love and war.
Eventually, we will have to recognise that it is not “nature” that we need to protect, but ourselves.
Does culture exist in a vacuum? This “love letter to creative thievery” would suggest not.
There is an important and necessary book waiting to be written on this subject – but this isn't it.
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