Commenting on anything Lena Dunham does is a tricky proposition – she’s the critical community’s princess as well as its piñata; everything she says is analysed for its feminist credentials and she is dissected on internet chartrooms with a fervour that is usually only reserved for the devil herself, Gwyneth […]

The Slow Regard of Silent Things by Patrick Rothfuss is a gentle and slow-moving novella with a certain lack of action. In this regard, it could easily be placed on a ‘nothing-happens’ shelf beside  Beckett’s Waiting for Godot and Proust’s Swan’s Way: In Search of Lost Time. A second similarity […]

Not many words fill us with such good feeling as the word ‘Festival’. A bubble that exists beyond the pressures and cold facts of everyday existence that can so often hang heavy upon our tired and tender shoulders. After the glory years of music festivals, I spent the summer helping […]

Historical fiction is always a strange genre – combining elements of the truth from important historical events and embellishing them until they are almost unrecognisable. Whilst reading Alison Weir’s ‘A Dangerous Inheritance’, I had to repeatedly come to terms with the fact that this was a captivating murder mystery fiction, […]