In the early stages of his career, the poet F D Reeve found himself best-known as the translator who accompanied Robert Frost on his 1962 visit to the Soviet Union, the man in the middle of Frost's showdown with Soviet leader Nikita Khrushchev. Years later, having established himself as a poet, novelist and translator, Reeve would find himself overshadowed again – by his eldest son, Christopher, who achieved fame playing Superman in the smash 1978 movie hit.
Edinburgh guffaws from end to end as four fine acts return with some sparkling new material
Google Instant is the sometimes illuminating, sometimes bizarre feature of the search engine that provides four predictive results as you type based on frequent searches by other users.
Raise the Tricolore for France's most important public holiday - 'La Fête Nationale' - when all things Gallic are celebrated with a day off work. Quel dommage that it falls on a Sunday...
A south London tourist board is challenging the Lake District's claim to the name. So did it bring out the poet in John Walsh
Murdered Spanish poet’s key work to debut at New York exhibition
One of the country's most prominent screenwriters has complained that British period dramas too often disregard the lives of ordinary people.
This debut novel was rejected by mainstream publishers and you can see why: its portrait of an American abroad frequently walks a fine line between brilliance and naval-gazing.
Deduction over Kiwi scrum-half Tyson Keats' registration could end brave relegation fight
The issue relates to the registration of scrum-half Tyson Keats
As with his larger musical works, Charles Ives' songs occupy a peculiar position that offers a bridge between Old World classical art-song traditions and the more demotic, folksy New World modes, but charged with the questing experimental spirit that characterises his entire output.
There are one or two who would probably contribute to the public good much more effectively by writing poetry
Longsdon's young chaser can thwart dual runner-up Giles Cross in Welsh marathon
Over-familiarity with the Surrealist has bred contempt, but beyond the showmanship there was a true talent for invention
Sachin Tendulkar finds himself in unfamiliar territory. If he fails, he raises the decibel level of the cries for his retirement; if he scores runs, he gets the other side excited. It is a head versus heart debate that has been exercising cricket fans in India for a while now. His 76 at Eden Gardens will probably preserve the status quo since it has given both sides of the divide equal ammunition.
Simon Gough calls this book a "fragment of autobiography written in narrative form", by which I think he means it is, if not fictionalised, then perhaps novelised. In his foreword he apologises to anyone who may be hurt by the book, which is always a good sign.