By Tessa Nolan There is a peculiar, almost Beckettian poetry to the statement issued by the Adams County Coroner’s Office. A man is dead, found…
By Maria Bregman I was at a book launch in Bloomsbury a few years back, the kind where the white wine is warm and the…
By Maria Bregman We are taught to admire the lifeboat. In the grand narrative of human suffering, particularly the systematised horror of the Blitz, the…
By Alexander Stone Awards are rarely just awards. At their best, they are coded messages, cultural signals sent up like flares against a darkening sky.…
By Sara Bright There is an old, rather grim alchemy at the heart of pop music. It is the art of turning the lead of…
By Sara Bright Some paintings are pictures. Others are documents. A select, rare few are crime scenes. Jan van Eyck’s Arnolfini Portrait of 1434 is…
By Sara Bright She stands in the Louvre, a silent storm of Parian marble, drawing pilgrims by the million. They come to gaze upon what…
By Alexander Stone In the collective imagination, British fairy tales are polite affairs – Paddington at a railway station, Peter Rabbit stealing lettuce, the Wind…
When Netflix announced that Lena Dunham was creating a new romantic comedy series set in London, the cultural press braced itself for a seismic transatlantic…
By Maria Bregman There is a moment of sublime, tragicomic misdirection at the heart of Eshkol Nevo’s novel Honeymoons. A wealthy American Jew, grieving his late…