Literature
Will the real Elena Ferrante please sit down?
It is her words and voice, not her purported identity, that matter to her fans
The lady vanishes
TV adaptations have masked the complexity and skill of Agatha Christie
Why modern novels are so boring
Writers who forget bourgeois aspiration lose a dimension
Mike Lear: Lubricious lensman
If Mike is in any way conspicuous, it is by virtue of his sheer inconspicuousness
When London really was built back better
This is an eloquent book that describes the architecture, culture, topography, and social life of a vibrant city
Glaring omissions of a whistle-stop tour
Carey is the tour guide of a magnificent villa telling of the wonders that lie beyond a closed door
A life indecently full of fun and games
This is not a journey you will find in most accounts of the twentieth century
The myth of infallibility
Dispiriting as it may be, great authors are capable of writing bad books
Sherlock Holmes plays the white man
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s many passions included a view of Empire that would today be regarded as racist
Male authors: the sun also sets
Give up writing, men – the world will be a happier place when you do