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A seriously ill patient’s condition affects not just their immediate family and friends but the next circle out, their children’s spouses, say, and the one after that, of those spouses’ friends.
Peter Wilby’s First Thoughts.
Even those inured to the gang warfare that periodically engulfs the party are stunned by the events of the last week.
Poetry Notebook is primarily a defence of apprenticeship and craft in pursuit of the elixir of memorability.
Consumed doesn’t read as a novel by a man who has spent most of his life writing screenplays – except, perhaps, that it reacts in the opposite direction, towards an art-house pacing.
The primal damaging act in this novel is the appalling violence meted out by West Pakistan during Bangladesh’s war of independence in 1971, in particular the systematic campaign of rape.
A community of tattoo artists in Copenhagen vehemently reject the swastika’s associations with all things menacing and want to “reclaim the symbol” as a deeply ancient emblem of well-being and peace.
“Digging for victory” during the Second World War is well-covered ground but the precedent was set three decades earlier when the government sleepwalked into a food crisis during WWI.
The Canadian author reflects on ageing, generational inequality, reworking Shakespeare and writing stories that no one will read for a century.
Mark Lawson’s weekly Critic’s Notes.
The plot reared up and hissed like a snake. Improbabilities. Coincidences. Unlikely connections. A frenzied cheesiness suddenly infected the storytelling.
Ryan Gilbey is chilled by new releases The Badabook, Annabelle and It Follows.
On 28 October, the day Britain announced it would not support search-and-rescue missions aimed at preventing migrants from drowning in the Mediterranean, Sir Nicholas Winton, who is 105, was honoured at a ceremony in Prague.
As I sat in the cavernous and entirely empty dining room, delicately abstracting flesh-flakes from my perfectly poached cod, my only desire was that I could stay longer. Much longer.
What does the term mean, other than that the wine is big, probably red, and certainly unaffordable?
A couple of years ago, I’d gone with his big sister to another university, where a lecturer had mispronounced one of the most prominent authorities in her discipline and I had got into a fight with him.
Just over a year ago, David Wheeler made it into the Football League, joining Exeter City in League Two, where he still is, a dashing and hard-working right winger. He started reading the NS six months ago.
Dr Phil Whitaker’s Health Matters column.
Suzanne Moore’s weekly column, Telling Tales.
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