Reader, you may not be a cricket fan. But stick with me. The tale is worth it. A full 25 years separated the 1996 World Cup—the first cricket games I r…
Earlier this year, my editor at the Guardian sent me a short newspaper article that touched on a 20-year-old murder case, and on some of the forensic s…
When Janet Malcolm died in June, I remembered that I’d once started reading “The Journalist and the Murderer” and, for extraneous reasons, never gotten…
Three stories from my reporting—not all of them strictly outtakes—and an invitation to a talk: I spent some time last week talking over the phone to In…
It’s a funny thing, but when you grow fascinated with an idea, you hear its echoes everywhere. For four years, while I wrote my book about J. B. S. Hal…
I’ve been reading Brian Dillon’s “Suppose A Sentence” and wondering why we write the way we write. In 27 essays, Dillon vivisects 27 sentences, beginni…
In the Guardian Long Read last week, I wrote about a skirmish at Wentworth Golf Club in Surrey, between the club’s longtime members and its new owner, …
In a multi-storied issue a few months ago, I ventured that perhaps one purpose of this newsletter might be to send you some of my older writing that is…
In December, for an end-of-year package put together by Rest of World, I wrote about a woman who was raped and killed in the fields in Hathras, a distr…
Earlier this year, an editor from Granta asked if I could contribute to their Winter 2020 issue, titled “Second Nature.” She knew what she wanted: a pi…
I am sure I am not alone in having wondered again and again over the past decade, over the tenures of various governments in India, the UK and the US: …
In September, after months and months, I took an international flight again: London to Florence, two-hours-and-a-bit, the kind of low-cost hop that so …