Daljit Nagra talks to himself
The poet’s new collection, Yiewsley, is a beautiful examination of his own childhood
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The poet’s new collection, Yiewsley, is a beautiful examination of his own childhood
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Simon Paré-Poupart’s memoir-cum-manifesto lifts the lid on rubbish
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The New Statesman recommends our favourite beach reads
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At Moth Club in Hackney, a horde of bookish Babitz fans try to recreate a lost world
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The brutal theocracy maintained from Tehran came to power on the back of decades of misrule
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Andrea Wulf returns to the world of 18th-century intellectual adventurers, with a life of the naturalist George Forster
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The creatures of the air have for centuries inspired some of our finest writing, and they still do
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In Patchett’s world, even the well-adjusted have hidden tales to tell
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