The Tumbrel Diaries

I knew Dame Elisabeth Murdoch not well, but slightly. When I was no more than an extremely callow undergraduate, barely aged seventeen ...

This morning, at a deeply peculiar press conference in Washington, D.C., the executive vice-president of the National Rifle Association h...

To mark The Queen’s diamond jubilee it is announced by the Foreign and Commonwealth Office in Whitehall today that henceforth the souther...

In the light of yesterday’s desperate calamity, a massacre of innocent schoolchildren that took place in an elementary school not twent...

Few things delight me so much as my exquisite Japanese maple, and this is her finest hour. She is a stately old thing, lately attended ...

For the past few weeks I have been compiling the index to our next book, Edwardian Opulence: British Art at the Dawn of the Twentieth Cent...

The first point is that in my neighborhood of New Haven we were astonishingly lucky. It could have been so much worse; the difference betw...

The atmosphere in New Haven this morning has shifted from portentous to frankly strange. Nothing much at all is happening, yet. The phone...

The atmosphere this morning in New Haven is eerily portentous. The birds are simply beside themselves, and four large hawks are wheelin...

I have lately signed up to participate in the Genographic Project. This remarkable effort by the National Geographic Society “is an ambiti...