Leo Robson is the lead fiction reviewer for the New Statesman.
Nicola Barker's novel creates a sort of wellness republic, like a year-round Burning Man.
The great French writer loathed corruption, but he didn’t much like people power either.
The footballer Zinedine Zidane is granted a recurring role, alongside David Lynch and Gerhard Richter.
The Ministry of Utmost Happiness tells the story of a middle-aged hermaphrodite, or hijra.
Trump took everything that Allen hated about California - charity galas, golf, awards fever, architectural bad taste - and brought it to New York.
Lisa McInerney's prose is as vivd at capturing sensory phenomena as conveying quirk of thought.
Hawkins’s writing displays a suspicion of power, especially male power, though she is also eager to identify moments of female collusion in misogyny.
The latest “mega-novel” from the celebrated French author of Zone is heavy on erudition but light on interest.
Is Autumn spoiled by Smith's love of the quick return and reliance on satirical fruit not so much low-hanging as fallen and rotting? It depends on the reader.
If Outline was all about shifting passivity, Transit is about characters who grab the bull by the horns. Why, then, does the novel cleave to the form of its predecessor?