Salman Rushdie’s self-importance is entirely forgivable
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The cannibal feast: Mother for Dinner, by Shalom Auslander, reviewed
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Until he discovered pop music, life was all Greek to Pete Paphides
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Last lines on Brexit from Geoffrey Hill
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The body count piles up in Mick Herron’s London Rules
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