Author: Judith Flanders

Between the discovery that there is a design which only his poetry enables him to find as he confronts the world and the discovery that such a desi...

The idea that 'home' is a special place, a separate place, a place where we can be our true selves, is so obvious to us today that we barely pause ...

Christmas has been all things to all people: a religious festival, a family celebration, a time of eating and drinking. Yet the origins of the cust...

The nineteenth century was a time of unprecedented transformation, and nowhere was this more apparent than on the streets of London. In only a few ...

We are a trading community, a commercial people. Murder is doubtless a very shocking offence, nevertheless as what is done is not to be undone, let...

The idea that 'home' is a special place, a separate place, a place where we can be our true selves, is so obvious to us today that we barely pause ...

What's an editor to do with so many demands? Do you deal with the morning's pile of manuscript submissions first? Or the swine from sales who stea...

There was every possibility that I was dead, and my brain hadn't got the memo. Or maybe it was that I wished I were dead. On reflection, that was m...