Alice Wadsworth

1 month ago | the-tls.co.uk | Rohan Maitzen |Suzi Feay |Claire Lowdon |Alice Wadsworth

“No artist will be found greater as an artist than he was as a thinker”, wrote David Masson in British Novelists and Their Styles (1859); thus, “the desirable arrangement might be either that our novelists were philosophers, or that philosophers were our novelists”.

1 month ago | the-tls.co.uk | Michael LaPointe |Alice Wadsworth |Lindsey Hilsum |Russell Williams

Lionel Trilling’s The Middle of the Journey (1947), James Wood’s Upstate (2018), Lauren Oyler’s Fake Accounts (2021) – there is always a special interest in a novel written by an accomplished critic. Leo Robson, a well-known reviewer for magazines such as the New Yorker, Harper’s and the , has thrown his hat into the ring with his debut novel, . It is 2012 in London, the BT Tower is counting down the minutes to the Olympic Games, and our thirty-year-old narrator, Johnny, has inherited a house.