Even by the bitchy standards of the literary world, the TLS's review of the latest book by Russian scholar Orlando Figes was savage. What happens next? asks Jason Cowley.
'I used to drive to a town 40-50 miles away. In a quiet spot, I would stop, put my wig and high-heeled shoes on, make up and generally make myself presentable. Then I would drive to town as a lady from the shire on a shopping trip'
The world remembers the Victorian naturalist Philip Henry Gosse as the rigid evangelical patriarch of his son's famed memoir. Ann Thwaite sets the record straight in Glimpses of the Wonderful