A grand slam
The Last Days of Roger Federer by Geoff Dyer reviewed
The Last Days of Roger Federer by Geoff Dyer reviewed
Keats: A Brief Life in Nine Poems and One Epitaph by Lucasta Miller reviewed
The gender fiction gap isn’t as modern as we think
The left is more convinced it’s dangerous, which is a joke all its own
It’s a case study in what not to do
Interwar Oxford was less a world of dreaming spires and more one of constipated poets
A Spy in Plain Sight: The Inside Story of the FBI and Robert Hanssen, America’s Most Damaging Russian Spy by Lis Wiehl reviewed
Flint and Mirror by John Crowley reviewed
Paradais by Fernanda Melchor reviewed
Everybody Thought We Were Crazy by Mark Rozzo reviewed
A certain sector of the Harry Potter fandom has decided that the author is the devil incarnate
He is one of those poets who is profound without sounding so
They’re not gone, but they are being ignored by literary prize committees
Because the president’s little sister is giving us one regardless
We must begrudgingly acknowledge what the author got right
Seventy-five years ago, Evelyn Waugh headed to Hollywood to sell Brideshead Revisited
Last Call at the Hotel Imperial: The Reporters Who Took On a World at War by Deborah Cohen reviewed
The Great Experiment: Why Diverse Democracies Fall Apart and How They Can Endure by Yascha Mounk reviewed
American literature is intensely preoccupied with the beautiful female psychopath
Private Notebooks: 1914-1916 by Ludwig Wittgenstein, edited and translated by Marjorie Perloff, reviewed