Until now, David Guterson's novels have been filled with mountains and trees. His hit debut, Snow Falling on Cedars, traced the repercussions of a Japanese-American's murder in a close-knit fishing community, and he has since explored a woodland apparition of the Virgin Mary, a hunting trip, and the lives of former high-school jocks with a passion for the great outdoors.
On the dust-jacket of this book, a very elderly head of Nikolaus Pevsner sits aloft two towers of the Buildings of England; they are his own memorial, the vast undertaking that had occupied so many arduous years of his life.
By Samuel Fleischacker Oxford University Press, £60
Woody Allen, who can always be relied on to ap-proach the big questions of life in his own, affecting way, once quipped: “Not only is there no God, try getting a plumber on a weekend.” For all his success as a film-maker, Allen recently disclosed that, “I never thought I was doing anyone a favour bringing children into th
No sooner had the threat of annihilation been lifted from Jews in Europe than they began to accuse one another of co-operating with the Germans in order to survive. Tribunals were set up in liberated cities and Displaced Persons camps to hear charges against former functionaries in German-run administrations.
George Soros's public activities are a conundrum. While containing much interesting detail, this unsatisfying book fails to resolve it. Soros has devoted huge sums to the cause of establishing institutions to protect human rights and advance the disinterested application of justice. Yet he conspicuously fails to exemplify the qualities he espouses.
Joseph Heller, creator of Catch-22, was not a traditionally doting dad. Far from it: he would hide baby Erica in a closet to see how long his wife Shirley took to note the infant's absence. When Erica was old enough to play outside, Heller would say that she could come back in only if she brought him pizza.