By Helen Lewis.
Solnit’s lead essay became a viral sensation because many women recognised the experience of having their expertise instantly dismissed because of the lady-shaped package it came in.
By Philip Maughan.
There is a sense that, in recent years, novelists have formed part of a rearguard action in response to Richard Dawkins’s New Atheist consensus. Philip Maughan talks to Marilynne Robinson, Francis Spufford and Rowan Williams about God in literature.
By Rachel Cooke.
It is impossible to look back on the world of light entertainment in the Savile era and not come to the conclusion that it was strikingly weird.
By Richard J Evans.
The book reads as if it was dictated, not written. All the way through we hear Boris’s voice; it’s like being cornered in the Drones Club and harangued for hours by Bertie Wooster.
By Erica Wagner.
When he was a child, the novelist David Mitchell drew maps. Now he creates worlds.
By Eimear McBride.
It is through Joyce’s intimate rummagings through the city’s yens and wardrobes that we come closest to identifying its inhabitants.
By Sophie McBain.
Paul Dolan believes all humans strive for happiness, which he defines as a combination of pleasure and a sense of purpose. The problem is that we are often very bad at maximising our own well-being.
By Helen Lewis.
Lena Dunham’s Not That Kind of Girl is a confessional book where you cannot be sure if the confessions are true: it’s either a brilliantly ironic subversion of the form, or a deeply wearying put-on by someone who has no sense of who they are when no one is watching.
By Leo Robson.
Novels by both authors seems to be creaking under the burden of researched fact and rehearsed message, but there was a time when their impulses flowed in the opposite direction.
By Rowan Williams.
The anti-heroic reading of the First World War did not begin with Blackadder – Wilfred Owen has far more to answer for than Richard Curtis, says the former Archbishop of Canterbury.
By Germaine Greer.
All poetry is driven by sex, whether or not it acknowledges the impulse.
By John Gray.
The weird realism that runs through Lovecraft’s writings undermines any belief system – religious or humanist – in which the human mind is the centre of the universe.
By Simon Heffer.
How did a hamlet in Belgium become immortalised in the names of streets, districts, parks and buildings all over Britain? These five books, published in anticipation of the bicentenary of the Battle of Waterloo, explain why.