Susan’s Bookshelves: The Boundless Deep by Richard Holmes
Tennyson and I go back a long way. He was my O Level poet and I remember loving the sensuous musicality of...
Tennyson and I go back a long way. He was my O Level poet and I remember loving the sensuous musicality of...
Jeremy Vine’s is not a name I had, until now, associated with novels. Neither had the surprised friend who drew my attention...
I recently saw and reviewed a stage adaptation of Frankenstein which re-invented Victor Frankenstein as Victoria and seemed to omit rather a...
I had never read a Jilly Cooper novel nor seen any sort of dramatisation. It simply didn’t sound my sort of thing...
I first met Guy Holloway many (thirty?) years ago when I visited the Harrodian School on a newspaper assignment, probably the Telegraph...
I’ve tried reading Michael Arditti before and, frankly, not warmed to his fiction. But I was curious about The Choice because it...
I met Dick Dixon at interval drinks for the Great and the Good (not sure which I am) at a recent Brighton...
I have long argued that you have to separate artists from their art. I can admire the Eric Gill frieze above the...