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 ...

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

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

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

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.