The Bibliophilic Blogger

It sometimes seems as though 2009 has been the year of Lists. Endless lists, with The Guardian and The Observer particularly obsessed wit...

The writer James Hanley (who always pretended he had been born in Dublin in 1901 but who was actually born in Liverpool in 1897) is one of t...

Geneva, where I have spent the past week (don't ask) is a peaceful sort of place, I thought, until I got a whiff of teargas earlier. Th...

Bartók's "Duke Bluebeard's Castle" currently being staged by the English National Opera at The Coliseum and paired in a do...

The media obsession with cultural anniversaries is not always complete – look how the books pages missed the fact that this year, nearly ove...

I have just finished a fine new collection of poems by the Irish poet and novelist, Martina Evans, called Facing the Public and published b...

I step into Stanford's travel bookshop in Covent Garden and what do I see: I have finally become part of that doubtful company: the Thre...