How those spirits will coexist with the preservation of a People’s Republic that bears distinct resemblances to the empires of old is a major question for our times, for which this book supplies much food for thought, informing the wider debate while retaining its value as a closely observed picture of how some Chinese live today.
Concise and relatively short, “The Stranger in the Woods” is possessed of a readability that borders on the compulsive. Filled with details writ both large and small, the book allows a glimpse (albeit an unavoidably incomplete one) at the sort of man who would willingly embrace such a life.
It’s the spirit of this novel that makes it stand out. It is inspiring to read Peyton’s celebration of a sense of adventure, which, eschewing the epic, focuses instead on the person of a gardener’s daughter, who instinctively understands that a life lived to the full demands occasional wildness of heart.
Especially vivid is the portrayal of Anna Wolkoff...has a rare talent for isolating details that capture the feel and tempo of London’s past.
Roper’s biography, distinguished by the excellence of its writing and research, is the beginning of wisdom in all things Reformation, anti-Roman and, alas, proto-Hitlerite. Rarely has a church reformer presented such a dubious side.
Vilcek artfully joins the chronicle of his scientific work and the dramatic events that punctuated his life under two totalitarian regimes, culminating in his flight to freedom. An inspiring page-turner.
...Hugo-Bader extracts brilliant tales from the extraordinary characters he meets...along the way. The result is a staggering, eye-opening account of a hellish region...
The thickly bound format is ideally read in bed. This is just the kind of book to shut out the world with a sense of Scandinavian comfort.
It might have done with another edit – the word “glittering” is overused and there is a pervasive sense of material overstretched, especially towards the end – but at its best this is an enthralling story...
Mr Beer’s book makes a compelling case for placing Siberia right at the centre of 19th-century Russian—and, indeed, European—history. But for students of Soviet and even post-Soviet Russia it holds lessons, too.
Smith’s depravity-laden history of turn-of-the-20th-century Russia hinges on his insightful readings of myth and motive, and their tragic consequences.
In this passionately argued book, Sutton claims that the level of poverty today means we may see food riots again: “We need to rethink our food systems.”
“When Churchill Slaughtered Sheep and Stalin Robbed a Bank” is filled with fascinating tales from the annals of history. If you have even a passing interest in the past, Milton’s work here will prove a worthwhile read.
Ackroyd, far more convincingly, gives us Hitchcock the industrious craftsman. His work was a solace from his horrors and hang-ups rather than a straightforward depiction of them.
He speculates that the fragmentation of traditional political tribes and allegiances will lead to further multi-party governments. If he is correct, this honest and thoughtful book has some useful advice for smaller parties in future coalitions about how to avoid its author’s fate.
Stedman Jones develops his argument very gradually, with regular stops to survey the intellectual milieu in which Marx was working. Many of the characters are obscure, so parts of the book are perhaps best suited to people who already know a significant amount about the history of 19th-century philosophy.
That in a nutshell is the story and John Preston’s book is by no means the first on the subject, although he has tapped several new sources. To say, as his publishers do, that “the trial of Jeremy Thorpe changed our society for ever” is an exaggeration. To be sure, it was sensational...
Again, Eade’s biography catches fire briefly, before becoming extinguished in Waugh’s postwar nervous breakdown...there’s one clear message, unintended by Philip Eade. The time is now ripe for a new and comprehensive literary critical life of one of Britain’s great writers.
Much of the dialogue, for example, supposedly recalled verbatim, seems sticky with retrospective varnish. Rather, it is Balls’s frustration at what might have been said but was not – partly because the words wouldn’t always flow, but more because modern politics can be so unforgiving of candour – that has the poignant ring of truth.