My mother’s love for words
As a child, Marie Drabble would read anything that was printed, from adverts to lists. It was a habit that…
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Reviewing politics
and culture since 1913
As a child, Marie Drabble would read anything that was printed, from adverts to lists. It was a habit that…
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I said “Hello, film Dad” to Brendan Gleeson in a wobbly voice, and gave him a huge hug
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Opponents of assisted dying are denying people freedom to determine their own end
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Anguish, famine and horror in the war zone
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In retracing my family’s steps in the city, I realised becoming German wasn’t as simple as it seemed.
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Life will never be the same again.
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As the Israeli prime minister’s bodyguard, I saw him transform into the gangster he is today.
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One family’s experience of life and death in the war zone.
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