George Eliot famously declared that “If Art does not enlarge men’s sympathies, then it does nothing.” Eliot would be glad to know that she was right.
The guitarist from Queen is writing a book about–wait for it–the Big Bang. Let the horrendous punning ensue.
The Unbearable Lightness of Being finally being published in Czech (also known as the language it was written in).
Maud’s got a roundup of books available online by Flaubert, Poe, and Darwin.
Hundreds of pithy remarks from “Let them eat cake” to “Elementary, my dear Watson”, turn out to be adaptations of comments that were more clumsy or more boring – or which were never said by those thought to have coined them.
A brand-new Beatles release, one that takes a page from the excellent Grey Album.
For all it is a gripping, precipitous read, the writing a model of clarity and resonance, Belonging is a very odd book that haunts long after it’s done.