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Eleanor Franzén is a lit fest sceptic. So what happened when she attended her first?
The last time I wrote, my uncle was dying.
It is spring, and the cherry trees are flowering. It’s the wrong time of year for dying.
Hubert, a graphic novel by Belgium’s Ben Gijsemans, depicts a lonely human finding solace in art but unable to connect to another human, even one as lonely as he is.
In the first of a new column dedicated to her thoughts on culture, Eleanor Franzén looks at how women who write about war invite scorn from their male colleagues.