This summer, Mount Etna erupted dramatically enough for sunbathers on Sicilian beaches to turn their gaze from each other’s bottoms to the smoking cone, at least for a second or two. Still, though, Etna’s eruption got minimal news coverage. If Vesuvius erupted, the foreign correspondent pack would be booking themselves on the Roma–Napoli express train prontissimo.

Literary Review

Oct 2011

Categories

Harry Mount

Instead of a Book

Playing Away

Making Yourself At Home

Court Lore

Kindled Spirits

‘Gay But Not Screaming’

Set In Stone?

Roundly Acknowledged

Oh What A Lovely Pile

Delusions of Originality

It Came, It Saw, It Conquered

Those Irritating Lefties

Why Ask If Shad Do It?

TV’s Socrates

Slumming It

Keeping Out the Joneses

Alphabet Soup

Sublime to the Ridiculous

Esprit de Corpse

Stateside Sniping