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Sometimes Always, these days, I accept book-review assignments for selfish reasons. I want to write reviews that are really essays, of the kind…
At a recent exhibition, Sohei Nishino’s “Diorama Map Tokyo, 2004” occupied half a wall, and it transfixed me. These maps are Nishino’s specialty. From…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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, a…
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…
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…