Celebration of the “Hallmark holiday” is at an all-time low in the UK.
Tom Humberstone’s weekly comic.
The child of a grey coal town in Calvinist Scotland, I was hungry for imagery, wild about colour and, even though I accepted that I would never live there, desperate for proof of some other world.
From without in the chilly night, the Hovel – which is a maisonette above a shop – looked cosy; I could see lamplight and books ranged on shelves.
David Marquand on why Edmund Burke still strikes political sparks.
Far from being a benighted practice from popular fiction – the sort of thing that you might find in an H Rider Haggard novel – it turns out that beheadings went hand in hand with western empires.
This is “my story and the story of Liberty”, Chakrabarti writes, but she offers no more than the odd glimpse into her life.
Stuart Maconie wades through books by monsters of rock Carlos Santana, Neil Young, Joe Perry and Billy Idol.
Both books are based on the premise that if the general public knew more about finance and economics things might be better.
A novel about those writers who attract fans so ardent that the work is never enough.
Did Bourdin really cause a 20-year-old model to pass out when he covered her entire body with glue and pearls?
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