Hope for peace

Colm Tóibín meditates on Pat Steir’s painting ‘Night’

The sun was already low in the sky when we – myself and my two eldest children – arrived at St. Mary’s church in the vale of Aylesbury, Buckinghamshire. Perched on an isolated chalk hillock on the out

There are gig venues, and then there’s York Minster, where symphonic metal band Plague Of Angels are playing a show backed by an enormous pipe organ. Unless a bunch of irate Christians get their way

You don’t need to be a football fan to find the sound of a crowd singing together profoundly moving. And you don’t need to be a Liverpool FC fan to find the Kop end singing You’ll Never Walk Alone a b

Kings, cobbles, secrets, superstition and literary fire power–Winchester has had it all in spades for centuries and is as desirable now as it ever was, says Jason Goodwin

BETH felt her heart pound as she made haste towards the Whitechapel Road. Why had Mrs Mears let out such a cry and thrown down the newspaper with unseemly urgency? Why had she bidden her maid to fetch