Thomas Jones

Thomas Jones edits the LRB blog and presents the paper’s podcast. He has been writing for the LRB since 1999, when he was an editorial assistant. Many of his pieces have been Short Cuts. Most of the others have been on contemporary fiction, though he has also written on Romantic poetry, the ancient Greeks and Romans, the climate crisis and Italian politics. He has lived in Italy since 2006. Game Theory, a novel, was published in 2018.

Letter

Into a Hay Cart

6 March 2025

Thomas Jones writes: It’s even worse than Benjamin Ralph fears. I have played Assassins’ Creed II myself but had somehow forgotten about the hay carts. The game always looked amazing but I found it slightly disappointing to play.

Renaissance Deepfake

Thomas Jones, 6 March 2025

During​ his martyrdom in 258 AD, St Lawrence, as he was being grilled alive by the Roman authorities, is said to have asked his persecutors to turn him over, since ‘I’m done on this side.’ He is consequently the patron saint not only of cooks but also of comedians – and a presiding spirit over his namesake Laurent Binet’s seriously silly and immensely enjoyable...

Short Cuts: Trusting the Trustees

Thomas Jones, 26 December 2024

In the early stages of the Covid pandemic, Captain Tom Moore decided to try to raise £1000 for the NHS by walking up and down his garden in Bedfordshire a hundred times before his hundredth birthday on 30 April 2020. Donations reached the £1000 target on the 10th. The media seized on the story and more and more money poured in. Moore completed his hundredth lap on the 16th. By the...

Short Cuts: Cosy Crime

Thomas Jones, 21 November 2024

In​ the mid-1980s, before they moved to London and formed Suede, Brett Anderson and Mat Osman were in a band called Geoff. In his memoir, Coal Black Mornings, Anderson describes the ‘small-town wannabes’ rehearsing in his ‘dank, north-facing bedroom’ before going out to play gigs in other people’s bedrooms:

Sometimes Mat and I would write stuff at his house....

‘Operai che pranzano (I bevitori)’ by Federico Starnone (1953), by permission of the Comune of Positano. Photo © Vito Fusco.

It’san uncompromising way to start a novel: ‘When my father told me that he’d hit my mother only once in their 23 years of marriage, I didn’t even reply.’ But the narrator is replying now, in the more than four...

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