In the Spring issue: Victoria Glendinning hunts a biographer • Sarah Lawson revisits Gone with the Wind •  Jane Ridley meets Edward VIII • Jeremy Lewis marches with Marlborough • Daisy Hay reads a novel of society, and much more besides . . .

‘An inspired gift for a hungry reader’ Telegraph

‘Quietly handsome editions – the sort of titles that readers, once they know them, not only enjoy but come to love’ Boyd Tonkin, Independent

‘A heartfelt celebration of writing that has stood the test of time’ Telegraph

Why not turn over some new leaves this spring? 

Ninety-six of them, to be precise – that’s the number of pages in each issue of Slightly Foxed, the companionable quarterly magazine that’s all about discovering good books and the pleasure of reading. It’s an eclectic mix of entertainingly written and elegantly illustrated personal recommendations for books that have influenced, touched or amused the people who write about them, covering all the main categories of fiction and non-fiction, and our contributors are an eclectic bunch too. As well as pieces by well-known authors and journalists, we feature articles from writers you’ve probably never heard of, whose lives are lived outside the literary world, but who write equally thoughtfully and entertainingly.

We’ve been going for over ten years now, and readers frequently tell us we’ve filled a gap in their lives, widening their horizons by introducing them to authors they’ve not previously come across, or reintroducing them to old favourites. Coming up, there’ll be pieces on authors as diverse as Jonathan Coe, Wilkie Collins, Penelope Fitzgerald, Helene Hanff, Christopher Isherwood, Alison Lurie, Gavin Maxwell, J. B. Priestley, Jean Rhys, Dorothy L. Sayers, Leo Tolstoy, John Updike, Kurt Vonnegut and Evelyn Waugh, as well as forgotten or unusual names you’re unlikely to have come across.

Slightly Foxed is about discovery and the sheer enjoyment of reading, a wonderful bran-tub of personal experiences you’re invited to share. It’s a pleasure to hold and to look at too, printed on fine cream paper and bound in a neat A5 format by our Yorkshire craftsmen printers. To most of our readers it’s more than just a magazine. It’s an introduction to a circle of like-minded people for whom reading is an essential part of life. So why not give Slightly Foxed a try, or buy a subscription as a gift for a friend or relative who loves books? You’ll be in good company.

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Famous People’s Foxes Charity Auction

Last year Slightly Foxed turned ten and we decided to celebrate our anniversary in a way which might help a good cause.

The result was a little book of Slightly Famous People’s Foxes, an original gallery of vulpine characters you’d be astonished to find poking around your dustbins, all kindly donated by friends of Slightly Foxed and brought to order by Oliver Pritchett, well known for his witty columns in the Sunday Telegraph.

All profits from the sale of the book are being donated to the Children’s Hospital School at Great Ormond Street which allows children to continue their education while they are there. Over the last year we’ve raised close to £5000. To raise more money for the school we’re now auctioning the original fox drawings.

Please click here to see the drawings, and to place your bid

Auction ends: Thursday 2 April 2015

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Our readers write . . .

‘Quiet on the ranks this time of year, what we London cabbies call the kipper season – I’m prepared!’ Twitter


Our readers write . . .

‘Probably the most rewarding £40 I will spend this year.’

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‘Pocket-sized little chunks of perfection’

‘A memoir written in the late 1920s and recently republished in the beautiful Slightly Foxed Paperback series. The book tells of Bell’s move, at 20 years old, from bohemian Battersea to a small farm in Suffolk. Bell is a favourite of mine, and his nature writing is immediately transporting. It doesn’t hurt, either, that the Slightly Foxed Paperbacks, pocket-sized little chunks of perfection, are the most beautifully made paperbacks I’ve ever had the pleasure to own. They’re made by a traditional small press in Yorkshire to standards that make reading on a device seem like the most depressing possible compromise.’ On Adrian Bell’s Corduroy