Books

Novels, for me, have come from somewhere I wasn’t looking. In my twenties I was carrying an idea about a woman wandering around Ireland on a quest she didn’t understand and I sat in the Reading Room o

A reactionary radical’s case against progress

Life has a bad habit of mirroring art. Sometimes, this can be in a deeply sad way. A while after I wrote about the assumption of guilt in a traumatised young woman with poor social skills, I watched a

Queer as folk tales

Some would have you believe that queer histories can only really be written about from the late 19th century onwards, when words like ‘homosexual’ first appear. But spend a little time in dusty old ar

37 / ENDLESSLY CURIOUS BY ARIANA GRANDE I first met Jonathan Bailey at dance rehearsal for Wicked. I was nervous because I have always found him so brilliant—having bookmarked and memorized a few boot