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Wild Child

Wild Child

Ann Kennedy Smith

Early to late: questions about the conventional Jane Austen timeline

Now This Is The Truth

Now This Is The Truth

Maura O’Kiely

A satire on the political PR industry reminiscent of Waugh’s ‘Scoop’

The Destruction Principle

The Destruction Principle

Alena Dvořáková

A working class striver and skiver in one, at home with the underdog

Whatever You Say

Whatever You Say

Tom Inglis

No news: letters from John McGahern, who didn’t like writing letters

Cain’s World

Cain’s World

Amanda Bell

A protest against ‘the developer’ and paean to the wildness within

Coasting

Coasting

Patricia Craig

A Reader from ‘Archipelago’, a review celebrating wild Britain and Ireland

Tell us a Story

Tell us a Story

Kevin Power

The pursuit of fictive pleasure: on not getting Fernando Pessoa

Virtue Unrewarded

Virtue Unrewarded

Kevin Stevens

Jonathan Franzen’s America is a place of insecurity and confusion.

Mindful Fictions

Mindful Fictions

Luke Warde

The relentless self-questioning of Emmanuel Carrère’s nonfictions

Normal Girls

Normal Girls

Eva Kenny

‘The Rooney Effect’: taking the affective temperature of the patriarchy

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