The Marquess Of Queensberry by Linda Stratmann (Yale UP, £10.99)
'Now, personally I wouldn't mind going to an Eighties disco, all Smiths records and Coal Not Dole badges, Go-Betweens B-sides and Red Wedge banners ...
In 1964, Kitty Genovese was murdered just up the street from her apartment in Kew Gardens, Queens, New York.
Last month, I travelled to Inverness to speak at a book festival.
Today, and every Saturday of the year, impeccably dressed women who know how to wear a hat with insouciance will momentarily stop in the south side of Glasgow, open their designer handbags and allow a young man to forage briefly among the contents.
On Tuesday, the National Theatre's celebrated production of A Streetcar Named Desire, Tennessee Williams's great play about madness and sexual appetite, will be broadcast live to cinemas.
A novel about a woman writer who flies to Athens to teach creative writing might at first seem like something so tedious and passe as not to merit a second glance.
This is not a novel about the First World War but it is a novel about what the war did and did not do to Britain.