Susan’s Bookshelves: How I Became an Englishman by John Pet...
I met John Peter, who died last year, once or twice at Critics’ Circle events in London and of course I read...
I met John Peter, who died last year, once or twice at Critics’ Circle events in London and of course I read...
My love of Barchester Towers, which I regard as one of the funniest books in English, dates back to 1966 when I...
CP Snow and I go back a long way. I started reading him when I was in the sixth form. First, The...
Having discovered Rebecca in my mid-teens I then went on to gobble up everything else Daphne du Maurier had ever written. And...
When I first heard the name Arthur Sullivan he’d been dead barely half a century and the famous operettas he wrote with...
People often say “Oh, I love Brideshead” or “It was all a bit Brideshead”. I suspect most of them are referring to...
We bibliophiles are a world wide club. I doubt, though, that I would have found Anne Fadiman’s delightful set of eighteen book-celebrating...
It’s Dickens at his angriest – at least in the first half of the novel. He is relentlessly (excessively?) sardonic and the...