Garrick Year, The

Garrick Year, The

While I was watching the advertisments on television last night I saw Sophy Brent. More info →
Gates of Ivory, The

Gates of Ivory, The

This is a novel-if novel it be- about Good Time and Bad Time. More info →
Ice Age, The

Ice Age, The

On a Wednesday in the second half of November, a pheasant, flying over Anthony Keating's pond, died of a heart attack, as birds sometimes do: it thudded down and fell into the water, where he discovered it some hours later. More info →
Jerusalem the Golden

Jerusalem the Golden

Clara never failed to be astonished by the extraordinary felicity of her own name. More info →
Middle Ground, The

Middle Ground, The

Thoughtfully, Kate cut up Hugo's steak and spread each piece with a dab of mustard, then started to turn over her own spinach with her fork, as though inspecting it. More info →
Millstone, The

Millstone, The

My career has always been marked by a strange mixture of confidence and cowardice: almost, one might say, made by it. More info →
Needle’s Eye, The

Needle’s Eye, The

He stood there and waited. More info →
Radiant Way, The

Radiant Way, The

New Year's Eve, and the end of a decade. More info →
Summer Bird-Cage, A

Summer Bird-Cage, A

I had come home for my sister's wedding. More info →
Waterfall, The

Waterfall, The

If I were drowning I couldn't reach out a hand to save myself, so unwilling am I to set myself up against fate. More info →