Fiction | About You by Marjorie MainFiction, WritingEarly on a Saturday morning in October I met Vivian at Liverpool Street Station. Stevie had a painting in an…
Fiction | Beloved by Roger RaynalFiction, Writing That morning, when Ryoji woke up, fired from sleep by a strident, but usual sound, he refrained from opening…
Essay | My London by Mark WilkinsEssays, WritingArriving in London in late September 1977 to start a law degree course, I fell irretrievably in love with London,…
Review | Picasso 1932: Love, Fame, Tragedy at the Tate ModernNews, Reviews, WritingIf you’ve ever doubted the sheer scale of Picasso’s productivity, a visit to the Tate Modern’s latest exhibition will convince…
Fiction | We Walk to Dissect by Laura DavisFiction, WritingThere are bulls everywhere, a mass of black parading around the fence. The grass is yellower where their feet trample,…
Fiction | The Sinners’ Corner by Mark SadlerFiction, Short Stories, WritingI returned to work on a dismal Tuesday morning, emerging from the main entrance of London, Fenchurch Street, railway station…
Poetry | Under the Loquat by Peter AndersonPoetry, WritingHe had that majority under the loquat, rain falling like a god in gold, the breakthrough sun, and the spin…
Interview | Bea Colley – Southbank CentreInterviews, WritingWe stopped by the Southbank Centre to talk with Literature Programmer Bea Colley about the reopening of the Queen Elizabeth…
Fiction | Sylvia Plath Watches Us Sleep, But We Don’t Mind by Victoria RichardsFiction, Writing‘Sylvia Plath Watches Us Sleep, But We Don’t Mind’ was the third prize winner in our Short Story Competition 2017.…
Fiction | Mr. Cahill by William RobertsFiction, Writing The little party wandered slowly along the rows of the hillside garden, pausing in the warm afternoon Northern California…
Fiction | Asma by Dur e Aziz AmnaFiction, WritingDur e Aziz Amna received second prize in our Short Story Competition 2017. The year Asma moved in with us, we…
Review | What Are We Doing Here? by Marilynne RobinsonReviews, WritingThe joy of an episodic form is it can be appreciated multiple ways. You do not need to agree with…
Review | Known Unknowns at The Saatchi GalleryReviews, WritingIn the current exhibit at the Saatchi Gallery, Known Unknowns, you are not meant to know of the artists. If…
Review | Black Book by Gideon Rubin at The Freud MuseumReviews, WritingThe Freud Museum, in Freud’s old house, is a five-minute walk from Finchley Road tube station, away from the main…
Review | ‘My Generation’ – The 1960s Through the Eyes of Michael CaineReviews, WritingMy Generation Presented by Michael Caine On cinematic release from 14th March 2018 As the sun rises with a vivid…
Interview | Ted Hodgkinson at the Southbank CentreInterviews, WritingWe stopped by The Southbank Centre to chat with Ted Hodgkinson about the upcoming reopening of the Purcell Room and…
Essay | Re-reading Frankenstein by Alice DunnEssays, WritingIt is tempting to read Frankenstein as a means of understanding Mary Shelley. 200 years after the novel was first…
Fiction | Crete by Cameron StewartFiction, Writing‘So. What do we want today?’ I’m sitting in my local barbers chair, caped up like a clown – my…
Interview | Isobel Colchester and Poet in the CityInterviews, WritingWe spoke to Isobel Colchester, CEO of Poet in the City, about their work and their recent collaboration with The…
Interview | Benjamin ZephaniahInterviews, WritingBenjamin Zephaniah talks to us about his new book, Gangsta Rap, released as an Official World Book Day Book. How would you…
Review | Andreas Gursky at Hayward GalleryReviews, WritingThe advent of photography had a huge effect on how we see the world. The first photographs, though often posed,…
Review | The Only Story by Julian BarnesReviews, WritingThe Only Story by Julian Barnes Readers who were a little disappointed by Barnes’s last political fiction The Noise of…
Poetry | The Line by Fiona SampsonPoetry, WritingFiona Sampson The Line White trunks divide the dark beside the line and in the dusk trees pause since if…
Fiction | The Arrangement by Jennifer JohnsonFiction, WritingThere’s someone in the kitchen. I hear the kettle being filled. I look at the clock, it’s not yet seven,…
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