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Peter Wilby’s First Thoughts.
Often, Lydia Davis’s writing requires us to pay very close attention to things most of us choose to pass over.
Imaginative writing is tied intimately to privacy, to the struggle to tell this story, to convey the singular texture of this experience, and no other.
Jessie Childs's God’s Traitors: Terror and Faith in Elizabethan England is a detailed and absorbing account of the difficulties of being Catholic in England in the 17th century.
In week of short monologues about being up close with well-known artists, Martin Gayford recalls a stressful ecounter with Henri Cartier-Bresson.
The belief that Westminster is “the mother of all parliaments” is one of the myths the Labour MP for Rhondda seeks to dispel.
A cinematic paean to postwar London uses rare footage from the BFI. But has time edited out the boring bits?
The spirit of Conrad hovers over this tale of an alcoholic Irishman serving in the British army out in Africa during WWII.
Civilisation as we know it could collapse in 15 years, something which is reflected in the viewing habits of today’s kids.
Lawrence continues to grip our imagination but can be a problematic lens through which to examine the Middle East.
Why have the confessions of a Norwegian Everyman become a literary phenomenon?
The patriotic superhero has been resurrected on screen in the past few years. John Gray argues that Cap's appeal lies in timeless ethics dating back to ancient Greece.
The subject still awaits its defining cinematic treatment.
The director of the Oscar-winning A Separation returns with a new family drama, this time set in a Parisian suburb.
A documentary made for French TV by a writer entirely out of touch with modern Britain – and it showed. This stereotyped land of stiff-upper-lip repression just made Amis sound stupid.
The 12 stories in A L Kennedy’s latest collection revolve around ordinary people trying to cope with the emotional debris from break-ups, accidents, violence and betrayal.
For years, his teammates and the whole world mocked his silly, high-pitched voice, suggesting he was a bit simple, making endless jokes about his stupidity. Now, he sounds clear and low and serious.
Can only native Italians bake real pizza and must they hail from Naples for it to be authentic?
Cardamom and fenugreek, garlic and chilli, black pepper and sea salt: just some of the grotesque additives with which these Shropshire smallholders coat their death discs.
Sometimes things are not as they first seem, recalls Dr Phil Whitaker about the time when a simple faint turned out to be an aneurysm.
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