The Man of Twists and Turns

The women of the Middle East are about to save me from the greatest banality known to man. I’m counting on them to care as little about the the World Cup as I do and to keep me entertained until men can once again talk about something other than Wayne Rooney’s groin.

Malcolm Muggeridge (an old English literateur) once said that George Orwell “was no good as a novelist, because he didn’t have the interest in character.” Well, I didn’t need to tell you who George Orwell was, so you may doubt the judgment of the largely forgotten Muggeridge. But I think he was very close to [...]

One of the great pleasures of life as a writer is being paired with terrific authors when you speak at book fairs. (It’s also an occasional rough ride when you find yourself stuck with a bum who can’t write, but I’m being nice here so I won’t go into any of those.) The most delightful [...]