Noam Chomsky has allowed bile and rhetoric to replace intellectual rigour in his latest diatribe against the present United States administration, says Peter Beaumont.
The Man Who Knew Too Much shows Alan Turing as socially inept and sexually frustrated. The father of the modern computer was only truly at home with rotors, valves and circuit boards, says Peter Conrad.
According to her biographer, Fred Vermorel, Kate Moss has fulfilled her ambition to join the rock'n'roll pantheon. Rafael Behr finds out more in Addicted to Love.
The figure of James Bond consoled a country in terminal decline, argues Simon Winder in The Man Who Saved Britain, an entertainingly personal romp through Ian Fleming's potboilers, says Sinclair McKay.
Director Katie Mitchell always thought of Chekhov as a lyrical, romantic writer - until she came to put on The Seagull, in which she discovered unexpected cruelty and violence.
Matt Seaton enjoys the story of one man's obsessive pursuit of sporting greatness, in Michael Hutchinson's The Hour: Sporting Immortality the Hard Way.
Alex Clark enjoys In the Name of the Father, the Daughter and the Holy Spirits, Isabella Rossellini's sentimental celebration of her father, director Roberto Rossellini.
Martha Gellhorn was feted as a war correspondent, whether from Dachau or D-Day, but it's her letters that reveal some of her finest writing, says Gaby Wood.
Alex Butterworth is left feeling disappointed by Peter Marshall's study of Rudolf II, The Theatre of the World: Astrology and Magic in Renaissance Prague.
Anthony Bailey bravely attempts to pin down Constable's genius in A Kingdom of His Own - though all you really need to do is see the artist's work for yourself, says Charles Saumarez Smith.