A poem by Roger Robinson, from “A Portable Paradise”

The Commissar of Bray: Robert Conquest satirises Communist hackery

“Reader, there never was a choice. The air between these pages is sucked out each time we watch her go”

Fans of Clive James cherished his poetry as much as his other accomplishments. This is an excerpt from Ian Shircore’s new biography, “So Brightly at the Last”, the first full-length study of the man and his muse

The birds are stoned with the humidity / in the sluggish air, the element / condensing on their feathers like beads.