It was boredom that produced Thorn and hundreds of artists like her. Now that it’s gone we might miss it.
Their performance showed me that sincerity always beats irony.
You wouldn’t invite Harvey Weinstein to a festival of films by great female directors. And you wouldn’t invite the Sun to Liverpool.
The prose is so clear that it feels less like writing and more like a surrendering to memory itself.
In 1969, Nelson was sentenced to life in prison for the murder of his own mother. When he was released, he applied to become a Church of Scotland minister.
Robert Macfarlane and Jackie Morris bring together enchanting and accessible poems and artwork.
In his memoir, the actor remembers the goodwill of those who made him with grace and gratitude.
For all that Dahl can be both bullying and brilliant, these letters remind us who the writer was really trying to please.
In The Givenness of Things, Marilynne Robinson deploys the heroic, sonorous prose of the founding fathers in the cause of right.
The Land of the Green Man by Carolyne Larrington shows how supernatural stories can help us understand reality.
