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Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to follow this blog over the years. I wish that the articles had come thicker and faster. You can now find me at https://harrycochrane.substack.com/ if you...
View ArticleCarolyn Abbate & Roger Parker – A History of Opera: The Last 400 Years
In 1895, a French composer decides to write an opera…He has already finished one opera in draft form, a three-act giant in a historical-Spanish-chivalric setting. This fulfils any lingering grand opéra...
View ArticleRaymond Chandler – The Big Sleep
From one point of view, reviewing The Big Sleep is a bit like reviewing a Raphael Madonna, albeit with fewer virgins. Nevertheless, even the most hallowed cases can be reappraised, especially when...
View ArticleCharles Sprawson – Haunts of the Black Masseur
Tastes may change, but surely some things are eternal? Apparently not. Take Love, our one common bond, our human birthright (right?). A medieval fabrication, thought C. S. Lewis: no one falls in love...
View ArticleAnthony Horowitz – The Blurred Man
Anthony Horowitz’s Alex Rider series landed among the late millennials like a drop pod of Space Marines, which we were all collecting. They were, to quote Blackadder, full of capture, torture, escape,...
View ArticleA. J. Liebling – Between Meals: An Appetite for Paris
“Mens sana in corpore sano is a contradiction in terms”, wrote A. J. Liebling (1904-63), “the fantasy of a Mr Have-your-cake-and-eat-it”. (Liebling, the reader soon learns, always chose to eat it...
View ArticleTobias Jones – The Po
It’s curious that Italy’s longest river should have such a short name, especially in a country enamoured of long words. But then, length only says so much. Tobias Jones’ The Po: An Elegy for Italy’s...
View ArticleMatthew Hollis – The Waste Land: A Biography of a Poem
Ted Hughes said “Each year Eliot’s presence reasserts itself at a deeper level, to an audience that is surprised to find itself more chastened, more astonished, more humble”. So it’s strange to learn...
View ArticleWilliam Boyd – The Romantic
‘This is a true story’, The Romantic all but begins. It is based, supposedly, on the incomplete biography of Cashel Greville Ross (1799-1882), which William Boyd is meant to have obtained a few years...
View ArticleJohn Banville – April in Spain
“Terry Tice liked killing people”, begins John Banville’s nineteenth novel: “it was a matter of making things tidy…he had nothing personal against any of his targets…except insofar as they were...
View ArticleJ. L. Carr – A Month in the Country
I’ve seen the film. I probably wouldn’t have picked up the book but for learning that J. L. Carr died the very day I was born. The title doesn’t do it any favours, I think: ‘A Month in the Country’...
View ArticleMuriel Spark – The Ballad of Peckham Rye
As with real sparks, Muriel Spark’s novels only sometimes catch alight for me. The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (1961) caught, Loitering with Intent (1981) too, but The Girls of Slender Means (1963) and...
View ArticleSusan Sontag – Notes on Camp
This is not so much a review as some notes on the Notes: “Footnotes on ‘Camp’”, I should really call it. Note the punctuation in the title: “Camp sees everything in quotation marks”, notes Sontag. “To...
View ArticleMichael Henderson – That Will Be England Gone
T. S. Eliot wrote an essay called ‘To Criticise the Critic.’ Michael Henderson surely considered calling his book To Criticise the Cricket, but then he would have been limited to talking about...
View ArticleDiana Athill – A Florence Diary
Diana Athill made her name in the publishing houses, and in 2016, at the age of 98, she decided that it was time the publisher became the published. The book in question was a slim diary that she had...
View ArticleViolaine Huisman – The Book of Mother
A winner of several major prizes in its native France, Violaine Huisman’s now-anglicised debut has received predictably little coverage here. I picked it up on the strength of that half-eaten apple on...
View ArticleIan McEwan – Black Dogs
Writers are rarely the best judges of their own books. Take Ian McEwan, who has expressed grave reservations about his obviously brilliant Cold War thriller, The Innocent (1990), while singling out...
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