Reading Sally Rooney’s second novel Normal People is a compulsive experience. After the navy blue Faber & Faber proofs...

Kerry James Marshall, an artist who grew up both devouring and scrutinising the Western art historical canon, has never...

When I was twenty-seven, my Sleep stepped out of me like a passenger from a train carriage, looked around...

Édouard Louis, speaking recently at the London Review Bookshop, described why he writes auto-fiction. Growing up in a brutally...

I met the poet Rachel Zucker on a hot July day in New York, where she grew up and...

Soviet Milk by Nora Ikstena opens with two women who cannot remember. ‘I don’t remember 15 October 1969,’ says...

By the late 1990s a right wing government in the shape of a BJP-Shiv Sena alliance had come to...

She had performed alone in the past, lunging at Patriarch Kirill, but on the morning of this protest, her...