According to Carlin Romano, the new Iris Murdoch memoir by Peter J. Conradi "rumbles into town like a traveling circus, replete with sideshows, dancing bears and acrobatics, and a charismatic star who never strays out of the audience's sight lines."
"Driving through the badlands of south-east London as I came back from Paris," says Stuart Jeffries, "I was immediately struck by the melancholy, vulnerable bearing of people in the streets, more than by the crumbling and modest Victoriana that is London's architectural face." All Hail Sclerositania!
"...nearly eight decades after his death in 1922, Proust is (by some measures, anyway) a hotter commodity than ever" says Bruce Bawer
"Thus the Milton-Is-Sincere school accepts the surface of the text and then uses that surface meaning to prove its case; while the Milton-as-Closet-Satanist position by definition has to deny the validity of the surface meaning as probative." Enter Stanley Fish to foul the waters and swim upstream.