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BFI London Film Festival 2026 preview

BFI London Film Festival 2026 preview

The 70th edition of the BFI London Film Festival kicks off on Wednesday 7 October with another captivating programme of over 250 features, shorts, series and immersive works from around the world. The Opening and Closing Night Galas each shine fascinating light on the world of theatre. Simon Stone’s lovingly...
Bookmarking the BFI London Film Festival

Bookmarking the BFI London Film Festival

The 69th edition of the UK’s biggest celebration of film offers an exciting programme of some 250 features, shorts, series and immersive works, giving audiences a first look at new films by the world’s leading creators. Covering every genre, featuring new talent alongside established names, there really is something for...
Patrick Ryan: Connecting lives

Patrick Ryan: Connecting lives

PATRICK RYAN’S CRITICALLY ACCLAIMED short story collection The Dream Life of Astronauts (2017) marked him out as a writer to watch. His stories brim with rounded often-unforgettable characters living quietly, with yearning, humanity and acceptance. He is a master of dialogue, the unsentimental and the subtle. So when his debut...
Breaking point

Breaking point

ONE DAY THE CHILDREN AND I came home to see Hamad sitting in front of the TV. ‘Why’re you home early?’ Haris asked. ‘To spend time with you,’ Hamad said, patting his lap so Haris could go and sit with him. He only had to look at me in silence...
Welcome to the Green Zone

Welcome to the Green Zone

IT’S NOT LIKE I WAS EXPECTING STALINGRAD, but Baghdad took the piss. Arriving for the first time, tucked into a UN car, I watched as the city lights refracted through the bulletproof glass. Floodlights hovered over a pickup football game, square lamps uplit the National Museum, fairy lights dripped down...
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Opening lines

Opening lines

‘I walked into the back room at Dad’s house about midday with his dinner on a plate covered in cling film in one hand and a bowl of crumble and custard in the other, and he was dead in his chair.’ The opening of Siân Hughes’ new novel offers an attention-grabbing foretaste of horrors and...
Sunday love

Sunday love

HE LAY COMFORTABLY on the couch and felt the rage slowly welling up inside him. Now he had to get up, just when he felt like lazing on the couch, he had to go and take a hot bath, then a cold shower, to shave, to dress up smartly, lingering for half an hour over...
Leo Butler: All of life's dramas

Leo Butler: All of life’s dramas

IF THERE WERE AN IKEA for playwriting – where you could easily pick up everything needed to engage an audience with what’s happening on stage – you would still need an instruction manual to assemble all those brilliant ideas of yours. In his new book Notes from a Working-Class Playwright, award-winning Leo Butler painstakingly explains...
A minority of one

A minority of one

WILF KELLY WAS RICH IN TIME. After the sudden death of his young mum thirty years ago, he lost his job. He’d swept bottles of wine onto the supermarket floor and stood in its mess, silent and swaying. The store fired him. He never found work again – and never tried. Time became his personal...
Nome’s Lemming Lady

Nome’s Lemming Lady

CHANCING UPON THE WORK of an obscure writer in your genre or field – one before overlooked – triggers joy with a twinge of embarrassment. After all, most authors are proud to know literary predecessors and ‘the competition’. The surprise discovery feels a bit like snatching an Easter egg while competing in the hunt with...
Christmas is coming

Christmas is coming

IN HIS FIFTH COLLECTION of poems, Chris Emery explores the nature of wonder in its various forms of awe, reflection and the marvellous. The poems range from the absurd to the historical, the comic and fantastical – dropping us into stories and places we never quite expect; often viewing the everyday through a surprising lens…...
Alternative Palestines

Alternative Palestines

PALESTINIANS HAVE THIS JOKE (it’s not very funny): A Gazan is running frantically down the street. Someone grabs him and asks: ‘What’s going on? Has something happened?’ ‘No,’ the man replies, ‘but it might.’ Through 77 years of occupation, violence, displacement, and repeated collective punishment, Palestinians have never stopped running. Not just from the soldiers...
Giannis Paschos: Not necessarily in the right order

Giannis Paschos: Not necessarily in the right order

LITTLE COULD THIS dyslexic boy, growing up in a small mountainous village in Epirus in the 1960s, have known that he would go on to conquer the worlds of academia and literature, with his unruly imagination as his only weapon. When his memoir Chronicles of a Dyslexic Author was published in Greek in the summer...
Memoir, social history and more

Memoir, social history and more

MEMOIRS AND AUTOBIOGRAPHIES involving famous relatives are an intriguing read as they offer a backstage pass to history, combining private lives with public myth. After Oscar: The Legacy of a Scandal by Merlin Holland, Oscar Wilde’s only grandson, comes to mind. As does Two Flamboyant Fathers by Nicolette Devas. The daughter of Irish poet Francis...
Origins

Origins

I LIKE ORIGIN STORIES, especially how a writer came into their powers. Whose life was swept away with a memo from Personnel. How that GP’s news became a license to write stories about divorce. Filthy jobs and warehouse nights. Squats and baggies and needles. That sort of thing. Of course, for some it was all...
Terence Davies: a celebration

Terence Davies: a celebration

A MAJOR RETROSPECTIVE of one of British cinema’s most singular filmmakers, Love, Sex, Religion, Death: The Complete Films of Terence Davies is an extensive season of film screenings at BFI Southbank and beyond. Programmed by BFI Chief Executive Ben Roberts, providing a comprehensive journey through Davies’ body of work, the centrepiece is a UK-wide theatrical...
The nail in the wall

The nail in the wall

IT WAS SUNDAY. MÓNICA WANTED to hang a picture on the wall, a small Walter Lazzaro reproduction, and I didn’t want to. The wall wasn’t actually a wall, but one of the four square columns that delineate the perimeter of the room. It’s a narrow column, but wide enough to hang a small picture on...