Laura Freeman


Munchkins and mischiefs

7 January 2017 9:00 am

Arthur Rackham shouldn’t have lived in anything as conventional as a house. It should have been a gingerbread cottage, like…

Canal At Amsterdam

A fresh start

29 December 2016 3:00 pm

Most of us lead lives of quiet desperation. So we’re told. Frits van Egters apparently leads a life more desperate…


A good night’s sleep

3 December 2016 9:00 am

Have you, on hearing the story of the princess who felt a pea through 40 feather mattresses, ever thought that…


Stuck on stucco

19 November 2016 9:00 am

Whenever the words ‘stucco house’ appear in the newspapers, you can be certain the occupiers have been up to no…

Sea Ice

Shiver me timbers

29 October 2016 9:00 am

Brrrrr, this is a chilly book. Each time a character put on his sealskin kamiks, muskrat hat, wolfskin mittens and…


The Victoria and Albert

24 September 2016 9:00 am

Thomas Hardy, while still married to his first wife Emma, but arranging assignations in London with Florence, his second-wife-to-be, used…

Woman with brown hair with fingers on lips

Hush money

17 September 2016 9:00 am

The new consumer obsession of my generation isn’t white goods, trainers or designer labels. It is — whisper it —…

Art Students At The Slade

Room for inspiration

8 September 2016 1:00 pm

The curious thing about an art room is that you never remember the look of the place. Each summer, a…


Ice cream

30 July 2016 9:00 am

It was a mistake to tell us about the gelati-to-sightseeing ratio. This was the formula my father, his younger sister…


Everything is illuminated

30 July 2016 9:00 am

One could honour God with prayer, of course, and build cathedrals, amass treasuries, turn choirs into stained-glass jewel boxes, carve…


Robots are our friends

7 July 2016 4:00 am

We have watched too many-movies. To our cinema-flamed imaginations the robots of the future are silken-voiced and pliant like Scarlett…


Holy visions and dustbins

2 July 2016 9:00 am

Woolworth’s spectacles. Pudding-basin haircut, rather sparse. Norfolk jacket. Pyjama cuffs below trouser legs and sleeves. Paints and brushes in an…

Twists, turns and good red herrings

25 June 2016 3:00 am

Jessie Burton’s first novel, The Miniaturist, set in 17th-century Amsterdam, read like a lantern-slide show. Her churches were by Pieter…

The happiness police

25 June 2016 3:00 am

On a recent sodden weekend walk, I tried to cheer myself up by thinking: it’s not so bad. Not the slugs…


Sweet and sour

25 February 2016 3:00 pm

Dear, good, kind, sacrificing Little Nell. Here she is kneeling by a wayside pond, bonnet pushed back, shoes and stockings…