Celebration of the “Hallmark holiday” is at an all-time low in the UK.
This ambitiously-titled new work eschews the blunt logic of most rock scholarship, and instead charges down a particular path and then meanders off-road through the dense pop-cultural undergrowth.
When he was a child, David Mitchell drew maps. Now he creates worlds.
This second volume of Alan Johnson’s memoirs brings to life a world in which postal workers fed cats while their owners were away and fetched coal for old folk.
One of the underlying truisms of literary biography is that the messier the personal narrative, the more interesting the read, which is why this one is such a page-turner.
Following on from the global success of A History of the World in 100 Objects, Neil MacGregor is back with a new 30-part series.
The dog-bound hordes on the road to Cheshire got me thinking about this thing called love.
From the Inquisition to Isis, religion is blamed for brutality. But violence is a secular creed too.
Two new prizes are making fresh demands of fiction – and the Booker is taking note, writes Leo Robson.
The award for “fiction at its most novel” returns for its second year.
“There are two types of interns: poor ones and rich ones. The poor intern has pockets full of hope and needs a permanent position; the rich intern is unmotivated and wants for nothing.”
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