Greg Wallace's decision is said to have surprised staff at five schools he ran successfully in east London
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Saturday 23 February 2008
For those of a certain literary vintage, the idea of a pub in London Fields will bring to mind hideous images of Keith Talent playing darts in the Black Cross, in Martin Amis's 1989 novel London Fields. The Black Cross would not make a round-up of fictional Star Bars – unless it was a highly specialised list of sticky-carpeted hell holes in which to plan your own murder – but fortunately in this case the truth is much nicer than fiction.
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EXHIBITIONS / A brush with the unexpected: A rare, new survey of more than 50 British abstract painters at Flowers East shows us what we're missing
Sunday 14 August 1994
Sunday 10 October 1993
Art blossoms out despite bleak picture: In the second of our series on creative businesses, Angela Flowers talks to Richard Lander
Monday 16 August 1993
BOOK REVIEW / Cool, with occasional showers: 'The Weather in Iceland' - David Profumo: Picador, 13.99 pounds
Sunday 13 June 1993
Where nothing really happens: England was once the centre of the world, the backdrop of choice for so many great novels. But our contemporary writers mostly shun their home territory - too grey, too dull, too done already. So is it all over for the English novel?
Sunday 02 May 1993
IN JOHN UPDIKE's story, 'A Madman', which he wrote in the 1960s, Updike, writing in the first person, describes an American character walking the streets of London. 'The city,' he writes, 'overwhelmed our expectations. The Kiplingesque grandeur of Waterloo Station, the Eliotic despondency of the brick row in Chelsea where we spent the night in the flat of a vague friend, the Dickensian nightmare of fog and sweating pavement . . . all this seemed too authentic to be real, too corroborative of literature to be solid.' Later, in a taxi, he continues: 'We wheeled past mansions by Galsworthy and parks by A A Milne; we glimpsed a cobbled eighteenth-century alley, complete with hanging tavern boards, where Dr Johnson might have reeled and gasped the night he laughed so hard - the incident in Boswell so beautifully amplified in the essay by Beerbohm.' What does this say about an American's-eye view of London? That nothing written about London after 1914 had successfully stamped itself on the American's imagination? That 18th- and 19th-century descriptions were so vivid that they're impossible to forget? And what about that 'too corroborative of literature to be solid'? Here, Updike is telling us about a place which, 100 years ago, had been turned into a myth, a city which, as the centre of an Empire, had emanated literary importance. This place was the centre of the world. It made a great backdrop for stories.
Sunday 14 February 1993
Ukip says babies born to immigrants in the UK should be classed as migrants – which would include Nigel Farage’s own children
The young are the new poor: Sharp increase in number of under-25s living in poverty, while over-65s are better off than ever
Tamir Rice: 12-year-old boy playing with fake gun dies after being shot by Ohio police
Rochester aftermath: Sacking of Emily Thornberry will make work of Labour MPs '10 times harder'
Ed Miliband's 'north London set' must be demolished to save Labour, say critics
Green Party Caroline Lucas interview: 'We could be on the edge of something very big'
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