The making of Sunak
The P.M. has the brittle self-confidence of a true Wykehamist
How gown destroyed town
The decline and fall of the dreaming spires and their replacement by shuttered shops, sad cafés and mothballed pubs
Simon Gray: seriously funny artist of angst
An author of seriously funny plays
An off-kilter visionary
Henry Green had a strange and distinctive talent
Carry Ons: Phwoar! What a lovely set of hits
Grim, funny glimpses of a Britain in decline
Philip Larkin: the man who was always right
The great man’s peerless poetry is not the “soppy stuff” of cheap romanticism, but a harsh, unsparing — and often beautiful — look at the world
Harold Pinter: from bad to verse
The playwright will not be remembered for his poetry
Literary festivals: sheer hell in a tent
To make people laugh for an hour is good business sense — but it says nothing about writing, or creativity, or art
Zut alors! Ten Per Cent is no Call My Agent
The remake of the French original is rather merde
We have forgotten the titans of British cinema
It has fallen to Scorsese to rescue the reputation of Powell and Pressburger