Leo Robson is the lead fiction reviewer for the New Statesman.
Kazuo Ishiguro's The Buried Giant and Tom McCarthy's Satin Island have opposite problems: one too little stretched long, the other overstuffed.
Leo Robson looks at the traditions underpinning Ian Rankin's The Beat Goes On and George Pelecanos' The Martini Shot and Other Stories.
Conceived by Zola and sullied by Jonathan Franzen, the modern saga is in poor health. But Anne Tyler might be its saviour.
Michel Houellebecq’s novel imagining his country under Islamic rule featured on the cover of Charlie Hebdo. But it’s not the satire you’d expect.
On Stephen Sondheim’s 85th birthday, he will be revered as the genius of musical theatre. But his failures are just as fascinating as his successes.
Leo Robson reviews the double-Booker Prize-winning author’s new novel about Australian identity.
David Goldblatt is one of a loose group of football writers, all of them men born in the 1960s, for whom the sport since the summer of either 1989 or 1990 has been a slightly poisonous let-down.
On self and voice in new novels by Rachel Cusk and Will Eaves.
The French author has never been internationally popular, but he is nevertheless widely studied. Leo Robson looks at the reaction to his Nobel win, and what this tells us about the way his work is perceived.
Two new prizes are making fresh demands of fiction – and the Booker is taking note, writes Leo Robson.
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