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I was picked up and taken to task, and quite rightly, by my good friend Doug a short while back for using the phrase "achingly dull...

Bel Canto by Ann Patchett. We're in an un-named South American country, where the ruling regime have arranged an operatic recital f...

This came through the door while we were away earlier in the week. I promise you I have not digitally manipulated this image in any way - we...

The high disposable income glory glory days of a lavishly-stocked whisky cupboard groaning with all manner of intoxicating spiritous delig...

So, lots of us wear glasses. Some of us find that to be a pain, what with the taking them off and putting them on, having one pair for readi...

A Kind Man by Susan Hill. Tommy Carr is the kind man of the novel's title. And a good thing too, because times are hard. What times...

Solar by Ian McEwan. Michael Beard is a physicist, an eminent one but one whose best years are behind him. Those best years included some...

Drop City by TC Boyle. Far out, man. So this bunch of, like, totally beautiful cats have got this place in California where they've...

A further update to my table of 63s at major championships is required after the recent PGA Championship at Oak Hill . Jason Dufner , the ...

A quick word on the demise of JJ Cale , who died  aged 74 at the weekend . He's one of those guys people know more through his songs be...

Last one for the moment, I promise: one of the other things I've experienced in the course of general Facebook discourse illustrates qu...

I should point out that while the conversation referenced in that last post was a pretty good stab at filling out the Unthinking Deference ...

I had an educational exchange of views on Facebook last night which helped to crystallise some of my annoyance about the acres of uncriti...

The History Of Love by Nicole Krauss. Leopold Gursky is knocking on a bit, probably eightysomething. He's a retired Jewish locksmit...

So, Wimbledon, belatedly. Actually, if I can just get you to imagine some sort of summary/analysis thing complete with plaudits for Andy Mur...

As I've said before , Newport isn't the obvious city of choice if you're looking for somewhere to live or visit - off the top o...

I don't get to buy, let alone drink, as much whisky as I used to back in the pre-bairn disposable income glory glory days, but just occ...

My Summer Of Love by Helen Cross. It's the mid-1980s, and we're somewhere in Yorkshire, where 15-year-old Mona lives in a pub w...