That falleth on the grass. But hardly anything has been written since in this beautiful manner, and nothing by Blake. Indeed, when the Nativity has stirred the imaginations of our poets at all, it has ...

It was Christmas Day and my mother was carving the turkey. We were all gathered around the extendable G Plan dining table, with its leatherette seats, party hats on, the lemonade and the heavy sweet ...

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The best museum sleepover ever would be to spend a night in the Parthenon Gallery at the Acropolis Museum in Athens, bedding down among the sculptures, looking out at the Parthenon itself. That is ...

Arthur Machen’s “N” (1936), written towards the end of his career, is a “lost domain” story warning of what might happen to those who, while walking in London, “wander away from the friendly tavern ...

It is not often that a book on ancient India is aimed at a popular readership, perhaps with good reason. Sources for early India are arcane and difficult, dates are absent or disputed, and scholarly ...

British wartime intelligence is, invariably, synonymous with Bletchley Park’s codebreaking operations, MI5’s “turning” of captured Nazi agents and the cloak-and-dagger activities of the Special ...

The title of this informative and thoughtful essai is a pun whose double meaning is winningly tricky to render into English, and thus entirely fitting for the purposes of Dix versions de Kafka. Maïa ...