Philip Maughan is a freelance writer in Berlin and a former Assistant Editor at the New Statesman.
Aravind Adiga’s novel about cricket in India is more enjoyable than a day watching the game – then again, that's not saying much.
“The scale and frequency of my disappointment,” Dyer writes in his new essay collection, “was proof of how much I still expected and wanted from the world.”
A Brexit exile in Berlin tries to adjust to life, and heads to German lessons alongside Polish workers, fashionable Swedes and Syrian refugees.
For years, I was worried I'd regret it. But there's something to be said for giving up on being pristine.
The lines between sex, love and friendship are blurrier than ever, as I found out quickly while using the app.
Glaser’s debut is part “post-collegiate” novel, part gender-fluid love tragedy. It is sharp, memorable and ambigious where it counts.
This new short story collection approaches the subject of trauma from a number of angles.
“I’d been brought up with the character,” the writer Jeremy Gavron says of his mother Hannah. “Having lived so long with fairy tales and evasions, what I wanted was the facts.”
The Irish writer Edna O’Brien, soon to celebrate her 85th birthday, reflects on four years spent in the company of tyrants.
Now that the interview-based podcast WTF has had millions of downloads and featured guests from Iggy Pop and Barack Obama, what does its host Marc Maron want to say?
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