Susan’s Bookshelves: Laurie Lee Selected Poems
I often think about Laurie Lee’s Cock Pheasant “gilded with leaf-thick paint” swaggering across “the cidrous banks of autumn”. We used to...
I often think about Laurie Lee’s Cock Pheasant “gilded with leaf-thick paint” swaggering across “the cidrous banks of autumn”. We used to...
I read Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides in 2003 when it won the Pullitzer prize and was fascinated by the glittering originality of...
I blame Jermyn Street Theatre. I was early for a show there recently (review job) and the doors weren’t open. So I...
I read James Baldwin’s Another Country around 1968, when it was only six years old and therefore quite a recent book. Baldwin...
Somewhat late to the party, I saw Hamilton last month. Like everyone else, I admired its originality, ensemble work, story telling and...
When I was at teacher training college having a lovely time but not learning much about how to teach, one of the...
AJ Cronin was one of those authors who was dearly loved by millions of readers in the 1950s when I was growing...
When I was about eight or nine someone gave me The Observer’s Book of Music as a birthday or Christmas present. I...