Author Archives: Tom Fleming

It Says Here

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That the way through the woods runs out in a blizzard. That the ocean does not, is eternal, And still for a while you may cross the great ice-dome By dog-sled, though at your own risk. That the book you are reading is one of a kind, That its door opens inwards and cannot be […]

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Carnival Spirit

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Very few of us are privileged to leave this plane of existence without unfinished business – the exceptions are either appallingly well organised, or else cannot have had any real business in the first place – and this, ahem, ‘slim’ volume contains the unfinished business of one of the finest and most unorthodox British writers […]

Jim Holt on his Afternoon Pleasures in the Dark

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I love the movies. I am never too busy to go. I usually attend twice a week or so. I especially like going in the early afternoon: it seems a guilty pleasure, with the rest of the world at work, and most of the audience consists of pensioners, who have excellent cinematic manners. The earliest […]

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The Knight Historical

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At the beginning of his career as a television interviewer Robin Day was criticised for being too disrespectful of his subjects. By the end – or rather by the present day, because Sir Robin’s long and glorious career is not yet over – he was criticised for being too chummy with them. This collection of […]

Women Speak Wisdom and Men Flee to the Pub

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I yield to none in my admiration for Professor Roger Scruton. What Brains! And, as the Pimpernel of Prague, what courage! And I quite understand why he has written this fictionalised version of conversations from Greek antiquity between Socrates and his wife Xanthippe, Plato and his mother, etc. As he prompts Xanthippe to say in […]

Fitzrover

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Some years ago, when I was working in a tree-nursery, an ex-detective-inspector weeding alongside said he would like to give me some old magazines he had found in his attic. These turned out to be seven editions of Poetry London, from the early ‘40s, in mint condition. Never having heard of the magazine, I was […]

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Jaki Seroke

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‘I wrote you letters, in July soon after landing on the island and before that in June from Johannesburg and I have not had a word from you,’ wrote Jaki Seroke recently from his cell in the Maximum Security Prison of Robben Island, just off Cape Town. ‘My status as a political prisoner has not […]

After The Bomb

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I have never encountered any difficulty in responding to the question ‘where were you when President Kennedy was shot?’ On my knees is the answer, trying to get the sick out of the carpet – the eldest son having mastered the art of the fast crawl. It was that balmy time before experience triumphed over […]

No Laughing Matter

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Laugh? I thought I’d never start. Penelope Gilliatt’s To Wit is a promising enough idea – a celebration of comedy and the philosophy of laughter, by an elegant and erudite writer. Unfortunately, elegant and erudite writers tend not to be made of the same common clay as the rest of us. Gilliatt is one of […]

When They Were Young

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We take child musicians, both composers and players, very seriously indeed, but not young writers. Perhaps it is true that no little boy has ever written a novel to rival Mozart’s operetta Bastien und Bastienne, nor a youth of 17 a poem quite on a par with Bizet’s Symphony in C, but Neville Braybrooke’s anthology […]

Ruc-Up

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In my family the blame for the troubles in Northern Ireland has always been pinned squarely on Great Aunt Mary. She was a dreadful, interfering woman who, having driven her husband into an early grave, set about disrupting the domestic tranquility of her relations. Wherever she went she would act as a catalyst for long […]

Chinese Whispers

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This book is sub-titled ‘The first impartial account by an insider, still living in China, of the background to events in Tiananmen Square.’ It is in fact a political thesis – and really not a new one – outlining the long struggle between hardliners and ‘reformers’ in the Chinese Communist Party. The author and translator […]

But Is It Fragrant?

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There’s a kettle the cover. Not your furred up old Swan though. This kettle is the hip kettle, the in kettle, the de rigeur, shibbolethic, totemic kettle. The kettle that you have seen in those shops that sell objets like matte black torches, Swiss Army knives and condom holsters for Filofaxes. The kettle is stainless […]

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Keep the Tumbrils Rolling

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Mrs T IS ‘a vulture which feeds upon the dead flesh of the status quo’, while the Prince of Wales, coached by Laurens van der Pump, is ‘the President of this invisible club of the awake’. Both are inner-directed, but the Prince is a self-explorer while Mrs T is Britain’s top social resister. Other social […]

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Milton On Holiday

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The English have long feared the influence of the Continent, even if in recent years the Pope and machinating Jesuits have been largely replaced in the demonology by Jacques Delors and interfering EC bureaucrats. Mrs Thatcher’s warnings about Brussels have a familiar ring when you read of the Elizabethan fear of Rome: ‘In the Elizabethan […]

But is there a Soul Behind the Fig-Leaf?

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Soul? What Soul? An alluring book title, I’m sure. What about a book called ‘The Soul of England?’ The Chinese soul, ancient or modern, like other souls, longs for freedom and wealth, material and artistic, I suppose. Clichés like ‘quaint traditions’, ‘colourful oddities’ and the inescapable ‘enigma’ again show up in Amaury de Riencourt’s Soul […]

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Visit from the Sandman

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‘Behind a man’s actions,’ Jung once wrote, ‘there stands neither public opinion nor the moral code, but the personality of which he is still unconscious. Just as a man still is what he always was, so he already is what he will become.’ For many, the psychological theory underlying such a statement amounts more to […]

A Very Tall Story

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The disappearance for almost a month, in January 1753, of a London scullery maid called Elizabeth Canning acquired the status of a national drama at the time, and has fascinated researchers and writers ever since. Before he died last September, John Treherne sifted and sorted the evidence and came up with his own cleverly devised […]

Letters

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Dear Sir, I find it rather hard to understand what you are trying to say from the Pulpit in the January edition. You inform us that N Tolstoy is a brave man and acted out of principle. This may be true, but bravery is sometimes indistinguishable from stupidity, and Tolstoy allied himself with another whose […]

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