Rosemary Goring

Columnist

I started out as an editor with W & R Chambers, godfathers of English dictionaries, but was lured into newspapers with the promise of free novels. I was literary editor at Scotland on Sunday for several years before joining The Herald. E-books have yet to encroach on my desk, but every other kind has so that, 10 years on, it resembles a broch.        

I started out as an editor with W & R Chambers, godfathers of English dictionaries, but was lured into newspapers with the promise of free novels. I was literary editor at Scotland on Sunday for several years before joining The Herald. E-books have yet to encroach on my desk, but every other kind has so that, 10 years on, it resembles a broch.        

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Opinion Rosemary Goring: It seems UK's most popular sport is not football but speeding

IS it worth risking your career to shave a few minutes off a journey? Suella Braverman is not the only politician to have fallen foul of a speed camera and find herself not simply on the wrong side of the law but in danger of plunging headfirst over the professional cliff. Until the PM decided not to pursue the matter, she was in a predicament similar to the final scene in The Italian Job, teetering on the edge of a precipice as the rockface crumbled beneath her wheels.

Scots writer James Campbell took on the 'vengeful politically correct twitterati'

When the Times Literary Supplement (TLS) was first published in 1902, it was viewed as a makeshift solution to the problem of too little space for book reviews in The Times. That it survived as long as 12 months surprised some, but in the years thereafter it put down deep roots in the literary firmament, becoming a standard bearer for sober, judicious criticism.

Opinion Rosemary Goring: I want to do No Mow May I really do – but it's not that simple

WHO would have thought that such a small machine could make life so stressful? In spring and summer, certain gardeners live under the tyranny of the lawn mower. When rain makes it impossible to prevent a centimetre growing on their immaculate sward the strain begins to show. What will the neighbours think as the edges grow ragged? Look at those daisies! And where did that carpet of dandelions come from?