Melvyn Bragg novel The Dean’s December was discussed here by Martin Amis (LRB, Vol. 4, No 6). Mr Bellow’s observations in the present issue formed part of a conservation broadcast in London Weekend Television’s The South Bank Show on 28 March.
How strong was the fortress of Jewish life when you were young – did it hold up against the invasions of Chicago?
Years ago I was walking down a street in a suburban town in the evening. The streets were empty, there was a feeling of dereliction. I passed this shop full of television sets, and I was on all...
Deference to royalty in this country is enforced by a judicial and popular savagery which is always there but only occasionally glimpsed. The glimpses are instructive. In 1937 the diplomat...
Here is the note of a quite distinctive sort of English novelist: Not everybody in Britain on that night in November was alone, incapacitated, or in gaol. Nevertheless, over the country...
Four titles, and an abstract noun apiece – well, Melvyn Bragg has two, but it’s the well-known coupling as in (exactly as in, that’s rather the trouble) a fight for...
‘Yvonne dear,’ his Aunt said, ‘won’t you do the introduction?’ ‘This is Nancy,’ Yvonne said. ‘This is Andy. This is Mildred. This is George....
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