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The end of the ride
Audi will make no more fuel engines after 2035. So that’s the end of the Age of Combustion, signalled by…
The roots of conflict
The Island of Missing Trees feels like a strange title until you realise how hard Elif Shafak makes trees work…
Stories within stories within stories
Near to the heart of this wild and labyrinthine novel — on page 516 of 808 — a character in…
Nordics and Nazis
Social historians of the future may look back at the reading habits of this era and conclude that we were…
The man and the brand
‘The story that Jay Parini recounts in Borges and Me is untrue,’ a recent letter in the TLS claimed, ‘and…
A bittersweet tale
Can you imagine if, in the 20th century, wine producers in France had switched from a product made (almost) entirely…
Dracula was only the start
The title of the journalist Paul Kenyon’s second book on crazy leadership, Children of the Night, leaves the reader in…
Dead gain
Musicians cast a long cultural shadow. Politicians may wield considerable power in their time, but although today’s young people are…
Angry about everything
Is Lucy Ellmann serious? On the one hand, yes, very. The novel she published before this collection of essays was…
The AI future is rosy
In the future, men enjoying illicit private pleasures with their intelligent sexbots might be surprised to find that even women…
A boon for classicists
The great Latinist D.R. Shackleton Bailey was once said to have been pinned into a corner at a party and…
The ghost in the corner of the room
Strange, really, that the scheduled output of traditional broadcasters became known as ‘terrestrial’ television, given that TV is an etheric…
Eye-popping misogyny
There’s no doubt that Quentin Tarantino is a movie director of brilliance, if not genius. But can he write? Well…
A true bohemian
It is well established that artists are not always the nicest people. On the surface, the life of the model,…
Basic instincts
What does it mean to be a body in this world? It’s the question animating Brandon Taylor’s Filthy Animals. Our…
The catastrophe unfolds
The most alarming aspect of living in America is the recurring sensation that no one is in charge. This is…
Language explodes
‘How good you are in explosition!’ The first ever unabridged recording of James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake is a monumental achievement…
An unlikely tragic hero
In this Age of Trump, as we cast about for some moment in American history that might help us make…
The flirt at the funeral
Here is a rare dud from the usually reliable Deborah Moggach. Her protagonist, Pru, finds herself alone at 69 after…
Last rites and wrongs
If death is not an event in life, as Wittgenstein observed, it’s a curious way to structure a novel. But…
A pretty kettle of fish
The other day a friend asked me what a lascar was. Fair enough: it’s not a word you come across…
Still the Fab Five
In my second year at secondary school we were all deeply envious of a girl named Judi Taylor because, obviously,…
Footprints in the mud
During the first lockdown last year, taking my lockdown puppy for our Boris-sanctioned daily walks, I discovered a love of…
The book as narrator
It is a truism that a book needs readers in order to have a meaningful existence. Hugo Hamilton’s The Pages…
An open or shut case?
Writers of memoirs are often praised for their honesty — but how do we know? I found I did believe…
