village life
Maybe the village will be sad to see us go after all
‘You certainly gave us a run for our money,’ said the village elder, serving us with what appeared to be…
My battle of the bulb
The streetlighting engineer walked up and down outside my house trying to work out who was right: me, or my…
An unsuitable attachment to Nazism: Barbara Pym in the 1930s
Vicars, tea parties and village fetes were a far cry from Barbara Pym’s early enthusiasms, Philip Hensher reveals
Another alien in our midst: Pew, by Catherine Lacey, reviewed
It needs authorial guts to write a novel in which details are shrouded, meaning is concealed and little is certain.…
Mysteries of English village life: Creeping Jenny, by Jeff Noon, reviewed
I doubt whether any book would entice me more than a horrible hybrid of crimefiction, speculative fantasy, weird religion and…
Professional villagers won’t rest until they have eliminated mud from the countryside
‘Don’t touch anything sharp. Don’t saw anything or drill anything or sand anything,’ said the builder boyfriend as he left…
How can I prevent my husband from burning all my post?
If you don’t yet watch Gogglebox on Channel 4, start doing so now. Far from making you despise our couch-potato…
Crime pursues the crime writer
Patricia Highsmith was an accretion of oddities — a woman who doted on her pet snails and carried a selection…
