The Diary Review

‘Oh E, how can I live separated from you? What have I done to us? If I stopped caring, I should never care for anything. If I stopped fearin...

Maurice Benyovszky, later Count de Benyovszky, was born 280 years ago today. A gloriously romantic figure, a nobleman who fought for differe...

‘Heavens! what fortitude one needs, to become a decent writer. One runs madly through green thickets, enamoured of the bird-notes which last...

It is exactly 360 years since London was ravaged by the great fire of 1666. Astonishingly, two of the nation’s most important and earliest d...

Bret Harte, an American writer best remembered for his prose, particularly short stories about the Californian gold rush, and satirical poet...

‘I love it in the shed . . . I tiptoed my way in, past a couple of big sash windows from a skip and a fine semicircular stained-glass window...

‘[In] literary articles in journals edited by marxists the concept of decadence is appearing more and more frequently of late. i discover th...