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Christmas is coming up, as you know, and one of the things that I like to look forward at Christmastime, in addition to all the heartwarming...

Here's an interesting headline from Rolling Stone which I spotted the other day. Nothing so weird about that one, you'll probably b...

The Prestige by Christopher Priest. Pick a card; any card: wrong ! But seriously, I mean, we all love a magician, right? Rabbits out of hats...

I experienced a jarring moment while reading about the upcoming change in presenter on the Radio 2 breakfast show. I should make it clear th...

Who's Sorry Now? by Howard Jacobson. Marvin Kreitman and Charlie Merriweather are old friends, despite being very different characters,...

So obviously that last post prompted a more general review of the list and an attempt to come up with some sort of shortlist of potential f...

While I do my best to keep up with the steady snuffing out of the lives of novelists wreaked by this blog on an ongoing basis, I'm a bus...

I was reminded by seeing Freedom juxtaposed with its immediate predecessor Candide that I'd done a post a while back about one-word bo...

Freedom by Jonathan Franzen. Berglunds, meet the Berglunds, they're a Minnesotan family. In the town of St. Paul , they're about to...

Special recently deceased sporting celebrity slash dreadful 1980s music throwback edition today, as we see recently deceased former Olympic ...

You might recall that when I reviewed Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy here a while ago I mentioned that I'd seen the highly-regarded 2011 fil...

MP for Ashton-under-Lyne and our current deputy Prime Minister Angela Rayner , and, hem hem, adult entertainment performer Lauren Phillips ...

Candide by Voltaire.  So there's this chap, erm ... *checks notes* ... Candide. A minor relative of the Baron of Thunder-ten-Tronckh, l...

So as I coyly alluded to in the previous post , the appearance of an Anita Shreve book in this list often marks a key moment in its history...