Oscar Edmondson

Oct 18, 2023 | thespectator.com | D.J. Taylor |Oscar Edmondson |Ben Domenech |disappointsBy D.J. Taylor

The fellow biographer for whom I always felt the most sympathy was James Atlas. Mr. Atlas, who has left an extensive account of his tribulations in The Shadow in the Garden: A Biographer’s Tale (2017), made the fatal mistake of writing a life of Saul Bellow while its subject was still alive. Bellow, you may not be surprised to learn, revealed himself to be a devious, shifty and manipulating old cuss.

Oct 18, 2023 | thespectator.com | Oscar Edmondson |Ben Domenech |Matthew Foldi |Adrian Brune

In the summer of 2020 I was awarded a degree in history from Bristol University — the culmination of three years’ work, late nights and great expense — but it is my concrete pump operator license which sits above the mantelpiece. My father considers my ability to pump concrete at a rate of one cubic meter per minute to be far more impressive than my knowledge of Henry VII’s foreign policy.

Oct 18, 2023 | spectator.com.au | Oscar Edmondson

In the summer of 2020 I was awarded a degree in history from Bristol University — the culmination of three years’ work, late nights and great expense — but it is my concrete pump operator license which sits above the mantelpiece. My father considers my ability to pump concrete at a rate of one cubic meter per minute to be far more impressive than my knowledge of Henry VII’s foreign policy.

Sep 6, 2023 | spectator.co.uk | Oscar Edmondson

Text size Small Medium Large Line Spacing Compact Normal Spacious Comments In the summer of 2020 I was awarded a degree in history from Bristol University – the culmination of three years’ work, late nights and great expense – but it is my concrete pump operator licence which sits above the mantelpiece. My father considers my ability to pump concrete at a rate of one cubic metre per minute to be far more impressive than my knowledge of Henry VII’s foreign policy. At university I worked as a...

Jul 31, 2023 | spectator.co.uk | Oscar Edmondson

I am not normally one for spirituality and my previous attempt at yoga rendered me a sorry heap on the living room floor. So I am perhaps an odd choice for a luxury wellness retreat to Bali. All I really knew about the island was that David Bowie – more in touch with his chakras and their relative misalignments than I – requested to be buried there. But having spent a week in Bali, I now understand where he was coming from.