Nigeness

On this day in 1900, Oscar Wilde died, in the Hotel d'Alscace in Paris, apparently from meningitis resulting from an ear infection (not...

This morning, as I walked through the park, cold rain was spattering down from a sodden sky. A cheerless prospect, from which even the usua...

Well, I have finished reading The Death of the Heart - about which I have so far only posted dietary notes . I must say that, though it has...

On the way to the station this morning (on foot of course), I passed a small round West Indian lady, who emitted a kind of yelp. I gave her ...

There are diminishingly few reasons for reading newspapers, and I sometimes think that chief among them is the Telegraph obituaries page. Th...

'Copenhagen, you're the end...' In the small hours of this morning, a World Service report on the Copenhagen summit (of folly?) ...

A reason to rejoice - it's Marilynne Robinson's birthday today. Furthermore she seems to be at the point where, relatively late in h...