Plot 6, Row C, Grave 15

Malcolm Gaskill: Death of an Airman, 8 November 2018

... blue sky dazzling in its radiance, and the horizon a glorious mixture of yellow, red and gold’. Mortal danger caused a rush of intense feeling, the ‘lonely impulse of delight’ experienced by Yeats’s Irish airman. Van Dyke Fernald​ is almost a cliché: public school and Oxbridge-educated, rushing to his death with a head full of Horace and ...

Who do you think you are?

Jacqueline Rose: Trans Narratives, 5 May 2016

... answer, he proceeded to pour the wine over the back of my hand. Just a few years earlier, in 1969, Arthur Corbett, first husband of the famous male-to-female transsexual April Ashley, sought an annulment of their marriage on the grounds that at the time of the ceremony, Ashley was ‘a person of the male sex’. In the course of the proceedings, Corbett ...

Diary

Alan Bennett: What I did in 2005, 5 January 2006

... purposeful ones. What to us are featureless alcoves of scrofulous masonry (and with no evidence of gold) presumably echoed to the orgies and barbarities which are even now being detailed on the cassettes to which everyone else is listening intently. 4 February. Condoleezza Rice announces that the US has no plans to attack Iran at the present moment, the ...

The Ostrich Defence

Azadeh Moaveni: Trafficking Antiquities, 5 October 2023

... after Howard Carter discovered Tutankhamun’s tomb, and just eight years after he revealed the gold funerary mask. These were global events. Audiences in both Cairo and London were enthralled by the excavation. The Times managed to secure an exclusive deal for press access. Carter’s imperious handling of the tomb, his preferment of a British newspaper ...

Who Are They?

Jenny Turner: The Institute of Ideas, 8 July 2010

... calls himself ‘a grumpy old Marxist’, in a Paul Mertonish, estuarine boot-boy-wiv-a-heart-of-gold way. What was stylish and dynamic about LM must have been largely his work – I can’t imagine it being Furedi’s. Which means that the magazine’s downfall was largely Hume’s responsibility as well. Glancing over Hume’s ‘journalism of ...

Butter wouldn’t melt

Nicholas Spice: Schubert’s​ Imagination, 19 March 2026

Lyrical Diary: Lieder from Franz Schubert to Wolfgang Rihm 
by Christian Gerhaher, translated by Shaun Whiteside.
Faber, 397 pp., £25, September 2025, 978 0 571 35770 3
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... Romantic lyric. In Winterreise, the relative mediocrity of the poems only emphasises the musical gold into which Schubert spun them, as though the monochrome light of the poetry has passed through the prism of Schubert’s imagination and been scattered into an array of 24 separate colours. But too often in performance, the singer allows the persona of the ...

Who had the most fun?

David Bromwich: The Marx Brothers, 10 May 2001

Groucho: The Life and Times of Julius Henry Marx 
by Stefan Kanfer.
Penguin, 480 pp., £7.99, April 2001, 0 14 029426 0
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The Essential Groucho 
by Groucho Marx, edited by Stefan Kanfer.
Penguin, 254 pp., £6.99, September 2000, 0 14 029425 2
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... Groucho was an affectionate and dutiful father to both of his children by this marriage: Arthur, whose memoir of Groucho is perceptive and has some human depth, and Miriam, known in Hollywood as a girl of charm and intelligence whom her father doted on past anyone’s good. In the divorce settlement, he would give Ruth half of everything. Miserly in ...

Salem’s Lot

Leslie Wilson, 23 March 1995

... and one of the last, occurred at Salem in Massachusetts Bay Colony – it was the subject of Arthur Miller’s The Crucible. It began when the minister’s nine-year-old daughter, Betty Parris, and her cousin, Abigail Williams, complained that they were being tormented by invisible beings. Three local women, convicted of bewitching them, named other ...

Love in a Dark Time

Colm Tóibín: Oscar Wilde, 19 April 2001

The Complete Letters of Oscar Wilde 
edited by Merlin Holland and Rupert Hart-Davis.
Fourth Estate, 1270 pp., £35, November 2000, 1 85702 781 7
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... has insisted on stopping here for sandwiches. He is quite like a narcissus – so white and gold. I will come either Wednesday or Thursday night to your rooms. Send me a line. Bosie is so tired: he lies like a hyacinth on the sofa, and I worship him.’ The following January, he was writing to Douglas: ‘My Own Boy, Your sonnet is quite lovely, and it ...