Once upon a time there was a little boy called Tim who had everything a boy could wish for. His father was CEO of the biggest armaments manufacturing firm in the developed world and his mother had an aircraft hangar for her hats. He had a share portfolio, a property trust and a Swiss bank account. He had French lessons from Jonny Hallyday and bike-riding lessons from Lance Armstrong. Continue reading A Christmas Carol
Here are some ideas for that hard-to-buy-for person:
I wondered as I read the first chapters of The Loney just what it is, technically, that makes some writers able to draw us in so completely to their world view.
Our recent meanderings among cattish literature reminded us of this quaint dialect poem by Willyum Barrnes (1801-1886). It must, of course, be read aloud with a strong West Country burr (or purr). Continue reading Willyum Barrnes
There simply must be a corpse in a detective novel, and the deader the corpse the better.
Continue reading No master-criminal crystal-gazing Chinese twins need apply
Gert allowed herself a vinegary smirk of satisfaction when she read this in the LRB recently: Continue reading Banville again (and again and again)
Are any of our readers interested in a book entitled The Art of Growing Old? Continue reading Simply messing around in books
With Christmas coming, you may be thinking about a present for your dog. Here’s a repost of our survey conducted back in the very early days of this blog, June 2014, before many of you came along, in which we questioned 157 dogs about their favourites. Here they are in order: Continue reading Dogs’ Top 10