I'll think of something later

She always insisted, once we’d got to a certain stage, that only Russian should be spoken in the lessons, so I feel I’m bringing my dear te...

Brutal chops in a couple of large-scale works I've heard over the past ten days reminded me of what Sviatoslav Richter had to say, reco...

Bjartur of Summerhouses is the unlikely hero of Halldor Laxness’s most famous novel, Independent People . He's not a bad man, but a di...

Encouraged by the film of The Passenger , left unfinished with director Andrzej Munk's untimely death in 1961, I looked out more Munk on...

Apparently every Czech schoolchild knows (or used to) at least partly by heart the verse fairy-tales of Karel Erben, just as every Russian...

I've owed those concerned the total for some time, but now that we've conferred, I'm happy to announce that the four of us who d...

On recent visits to Glasgow, I’ve found myself confined to the more or less unchanging scene up on the hill, around the Theatre Royal, the ...

That was the theme upon which I had half an hour to expound before the second in the BBC Scottish Symphony Orchestra's 1911 series in G...

We’re talking not any of those Kalevala maidens from Luonnotar to Aino, depicted above evading old man Väinämöinen in an early triptych by...