Two Continents Back to Back
Instead of a Plaque in the Sidewalk, How About the Building Next to It?
‘The book is inflected by a general sense of apprehension that we all have at present – an awareness of the possibility of world-ending events.’
For the Sake of Dangling Boys
Shalash Speaks . . .
Who is Shalash the Iraqi?
She’s on the Ching Again
On Art, Walking With Our Sisters and the Problem with Reconciliation
An Album Can Last a Day
Sinatra Sang in Sentences
A Jet-Propelled Armchair
29th May 2016
If his friends are to be believed, Cyril Conolly was a monster of sloth and self-regard. And yet, what an endearing figure he cuts through their letters and memoirs.
Number 37 | 'Others merely live, I vegetate.'
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