The Hummingbird by Sandro Veronesi – A Masterpiece of Love and Grief

Everything that makes the novel worthwhile and engaging is here: warmth, wit, intelligence, love, death, high seriousness, low comedy, philosophy, subtle personal relationships and the complex interior life of human beings. For those of you unacquainted with the name, Sandro Veronesi is a senior Italian writer who – uniquely – has twice won the Premio…

Harsh Times by Mario Vargas Llosa – CIA secrets and breathtaking lies

This is the kind of novel that mocks the give-it-10-pages, I-need-to-be-grabbed-because-life-is-too-short school of reading. Even those of the trust-the-artist, persevere-and-stand-fast persuasion should prepare to be tested. I confess: I was confused, bewildered, lost. I wrote down the names of the characters. I backtracked. I cross-tracked. I re-tracked. The shape of the narrative only really began…

Sojourn by Amit Chaudhuri review – Adrift in Berlin

Amit Chaudhuri’s eighth novel reminded me of 1993’s Afternoon Raag, featuring an alienated English literature student at Oxford, or 2014’s Odysseus Abroad, about Ananda, a poet adrift in London. Sojourn has the same impressionistic tone – everything feels dreamlike, illusory and yet attentively described. There’s a similar meandering and languid style that likes to survey…

Trio by William Boyd review – superbly wry and wise Set on a Brighton film set in 1968, this showbiz story is intricate and funny – but should William Boyd be taking more risks?

Written for The Guardian   Trio is William Boyd’s 16th novel – and that’s before we get on to the dozen or so screenplays for film and television. How does someone produce so much work? I don’t know the man’s personal circumstances, but he must have angel armies who ring his desk and fend off…

Obituary: Philip Roth was one of America’s greatest novelists – his real subject was not Jewishness, or New Jersey, but the human condition

OBITUARY WRITTEN FOR THE ECONOMIST:   IF THERE is one detail of Philip Roth’s biography that is worth knowing, it is not that he was Jewish or that he had no children or that he was born in New Jersey—it is that he preferred to write standing up at a lectern. There are pages of…