Reviewing Expectations

I was idly coveting Rosamund Bartlett’s Tolstoy: A Russian Life on Amazon the other day when one of the customer reviews struck me as particularly strange. Someone called Big Jim posted the following: I must admit that this took a bit of getting through. But then, given the subject matter this was only to be expected.

The End of Days

After a splendid Christmas, I am returning to the normal world in an even more apocalyptic frame of mind than usual. I am an unapologetic fan of Christmas in all its tinselly sparkly silly-games naffness. Those of a Scroogular bent, who mutter darkly about consumerism and outdated religious celebrations and so forth miss out on the