A thousand men are marching by A glassy stare in every eye As we pass the sky grows red We… ...

A thousand men are marching by A glassy stare in every eye As we pass the sky grows red We are not the living, but the dead.

While counter-intuitive, the withdrawal by President Donald Trump of the United States from peace negotiations – and even ...

In April 1636, two aspiring lawyers, eager to make their way in the world, corresponded about the state of affairs in London.

On the morning of 7 May 1821 an urgent task was performed at Longwood House on St Helena. A day and a half previously, the ...

David Keenan acquired his craft as a music writer, he says, from reading the crème de la crème of critics who milked rock ...

Not long into this essay I found myself wondering if it would have been published if the author were not Julian Barnes. I ...

That rivers have a life of their own is an ancient idea become current again. Shape-shifting, vital and recognisably capable ...

Fifty years ago, the blasted bodies of three unmarried siblings, members of the Luxton family, were discovered at a Devon ...

Have you ever suffered from museum blindness? A complete overwhelm at the sheer amount of stuff – often quite similar stuff – ...

Throughout her quietly compelling second novel, Elegy, Southwest, Madeleine Watts conjures a sense of trundling steadily towards disaster. The narrator, a young Australian woman called ...

Borders have always played an important part in Mexican literature. Not only geographical/political frontiers but the more porous boundaries between past and present, the living and the dead.