'Do You Write Under Your Own Name?'

Cilla , the final episode of which aired this evening, has been ITV's most successful drama since Broadchurch . It's not a crime sho...

Saturday saw the publication in The Times of an exceptionally interesting article by Susan Hill on the subject of whether an author's ...

J. J. Connington was a leading light of British Golden Age detective fiction, although in the post-war era, his reputation declined and unti...

A family gathering in Wallingford took me to Oxfordshire for a long week-end, and gave me the chance to explore this pleasant English mar...

The Driver , which began on BBC 1 tonight, opens with a car chase. It's not exactly Bullitt , and not only because the setting is Manche...

Halle Berry is such an appealing actor that she improves any film in which she appears. This is just as well, as she's appeared in some ...

My Forgotten Book for today is one of a stack of novels written in the early Thirties by Philip MacDonald. He was at that time so productive...

Sicily is, understandably, associated in many people's minds with the Mafia, and the short story I was researching on my recent...

I'm just back from a week in one of my favourite countries, Italy. Rome, Bologna, Florence and above all Venice rank very high in my ...

It's clear from reaction to my recent comments on this blog about the late Sarah Caudwell that, despite the short and far from prolific ...