Books
Murders for early December
Pass the time by these passages into times present and past: post-war to Covid-era
Thinly-veiled but enjoyable nonsense
Donald Trump should write a novel to at least give him the chance to deliver a bit of payback for this release by Hillary Clinton
Sparks, glitterballs and masterworks
The greatest works of fiction published this year
My Body: a lesson in self-awareness
It would be easy to deride Emily Ratajowski as a hypocrite, but there is something deeper underneath her famous looks
The emperors’ new clothes
Beard emerges with a portrait of the emperors’ afterlives as vivid as the busts themselves
Murders for late November
From Shakespeare to Agatha Christie, crime novels invoke the genre’s heritage, sometimes ably and sometimes not
Her story repeats itself
Hidden Lessons is filled with clichéd phrasing and, even worse, predictable and clichéd thinking
The scatalogical subversive
Magritte’s work is no more socially potent than dog-mess on a doorstep
What’s told is news again
Not much has changed since Philip Gibbs’ forgotten classic lifted the lid on early 20th century Fleet Street
Our deepest, darkest fears
The transgressive, transmedial and transnational nature of the Gothic genre