The Bibliophilic Blogger

What was I doing today lurking suspiciously in the churchyard of St Giles-in-the-Fields in London? The explanation was the man with a yello...

Last night at the Bankside Gallery next to Tate Modern I was at the private view of a new exhibition, "Eyeplay", of prints featuri...

Now that the summer has returned after all that grey, wet weather here in the UK is it time to think of going down to the sea? I intend to ...

One of the most enduring - and usually comic - situations in Western literature is when an older man forms a relationship with a younger wom...

Next year is the tenth anniversary of the death of the great Polish poet Zbigniew Herbert who provides today's poem in the translation b...

There's an interesting article over at the incomparable ReadySteadyBook site by Alan Wall on the future of the book. It has attracted ...

Iris Murdoch said that she could not conceive of writing with anything other than a fountain pen, a view that must seem impossibly fogeyish ...