Books
This way, madness lies
Using the name Shakespeare in your book title shouldn’t do anything for sales
Don’t worry, novelists are still envious and bitter
Unlike Douglas Murray, John Self thinks the satirical novel isn’t dead
A little too mature
In Brideshead, the overriding feeling is that surely the punchline is to come. It never does
Who let the dons out?
Leave literary reviews to reviewers rather than score-settling academics
Artists shaped by war
Practically all the artists in the book are traumatised in one way or another, and all experienced war
Intellectual Red Bull
László Földényi’s essays are a collection that will leave you feeling sharp and more cultured, says Tibor Fischer
Satire needs to find new targets
There are still plenty of institutions worth mocking
From Brick Lane to Brixton
Stoddard Martin delves into a world beyond police and courtroom, with its own code of right and wrong, in Gerald Jacobs’s Pomeranski
Super Thursday
The busiest day of the publishing calendar offers hope for some, but ruin for many
Dining out, dying out
Alexander Larman on William Sitwell’s luxurious history of eating out
