Why the Victorian anxieties that underlie HG Wells’s masterpiece have never gone away.
Being stared down sceptically because I wear Nike Air Max and refuse to pronounce the “t” in “latte”.
Ernaux may be a bestselling memoirist, but this is not a personal story: from occupied France to Aids, she becomes the objective, largely unseen reporter of her times.
The public is obsessed with the domestic bee, but most people don’t know how many different kinds of bee – with diverse and extraordinary capabilities – there are.
On selfies and Nabokov, Fitbit and Brexit, Scott’s book veers between the superficial and the illuminating.
It’s what makes us human – but despite the best efforts of philosophy and science, the nature of our experience of reality remains elusive.
The NS Poem: The Weight, in memoriam Danuta Danielsson
I Will Be Complete is the tale of a boy’s moral and sentimental education, with all the febrile moods and heart-stopping lurches of a Donna Tartt epic.
With the full complement of Homesian injuries, accidents and illnesses, these stories are at once melancholy and absurd.
30 years on from 1988’s Second Summer of Love, a flurry of eye-witness accounts of the rise of electronic dance music are hitting shelves.
It is convenient to attribute corporate failures to overweening ogres. But the ultimate flaw lies with the system.