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1 month ago | 
the-tls.co.uk | Henry Hitchings |Joe Moran |Travis Elborough |Timothy Brook
“Our romantic affair with the automobile has cooled”, writes Witold Rybczynski in this brisk, informative history of automotive design. What was once passionate – an infatuation that also seemed an enlargement of self – now feels “more like a loveless marriage”. The insight is hardly new. Indeed, it was offered at least as long ago as 1958, by John C. Keats in his book The Insolent Chariots.
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1 month ago | 
the-tls.co.uk | Travis Elborough |Joe Moran |Henry Hitchings |Timothy Brook
“I’ve got this thing about Croydon”, David Bowie – who was raised in Bromley – told Q magazine in 1999. It was my nemesis, I hated Croydon with a real vengeance. It represented everything I didn’t want in my life, everything I wanted to get away from. I think it’s the most derogatory thing I can say about somebody or something: “God, it’s so fucking Croydon!” It was gonna be the big second city to London, but it never came to be.
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Oct 9, 2024 | 
the-tls.co.uk | Ophelia Field |Lisa Hilton |Alice Kelly |Joe Moran
George Villiers, 1st Duke of Buckingham, was “a man who lived a woman’s life”. This is how Lucy Hughes-Hallett introduces her richly multilayered, Life of the royal favourite who was only thirty-five when he was assassinated in 1628.
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Oct 2, 2024 | 
the-tls.co.uk | Joe Moran
Welcome to the TLSWinner of the 2024 Niche Market Newspaper of the Year Award and proudly niche since 1902.
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Oct 2, 2024 | 
the-tls.co.uk | Alice Kelly |Joe Moran |ANDREW KNOLL |Miranda France
Ahead of next year’s centenary of The Great Gatsby, the inevitable revisiting of Fitzgerald gets under way. Two new biographies offer different approaches. Arthur Krystal’s Some Unfinished Chaos: The lives of F.
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May 8, 2024 | 
theguardian.com | Joe Moran
“Persistence,” writes Andy Beckett, “is one of the left’s qualities that its enemies like least.” These hair-shirted zealots spend countless hours meeting, rallying, consciousness-raising, drumming up meagre support for seemingly lost causes. While he was the Greater London Council leader, Ken Livingstone lived alone in a student bedsit, the centrepiece of his room a quarter-sized snooker table on which he would practise shots after a 14-hour working day.
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Feb 23, 2024 | 
247sports.com | Joe Moran |John Dodds
By Joe Moran As Marquette gets ready to welcome the members of the 1973-74 basketball team this weekend to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the university's first Final Four in 1974, the following excerpt taken from the Dunkirk chapter of You Can Call Me Al: The Colorful Journey of College Basketball's Original Flower Child, Al McGuire - Centennial Edition, takes a look back at the end of that regular season and the Final Four, as well as the aftermath of Maurice Lucas's decision to leave...
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Aug 31, 2023 | 
timeshighereducation.com | Joe Moran
The people who work in universities are made up of two tribes: tragedians and comedians. These tribes view each other with bewilderment across a seemingly unbridgeable mental and cultural divide. What makes things worse is that the tribes are not named as such, and no one ever declares or even knows which tribe they belong to or why. All they know is that there is a whole bunch of people in universities with whom they have little in common.
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Jul 10, 2023 | 
timeshighereducation.com | Joe Moran
The class of 2023 will soon graduate. When they walk across that stage in their black polyester gowns and mortar boards to shake the vice-chancellor’s hand, it will feel different from previous years. This cohort is unique – and, hopefully, will remain so. When they began university back in September 2020, this celebratory moment seemed a long way off. I knew them then only as shifting pixels arranged into headshots on my laptop screen. I was quietly freaking out.
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Feb 8, 2023 | 
lrb.co.uk | Joe Moran
On the walk from the car park to my university building there’s a red telephone box, a classic K6 model. The other day, out of curiosity, I stepped inside and let the door thud behind me. It must be fifteen years, at least, since I last experienced that smell of stale urine and old takeaways. For a moment, the phone box became a Tardis and I was a homesick student ringing my parents, harassed by the pips that demanded more coins and the lonely finality of the purring dial tone when it cut me off.
