The independent-minded quarterly that combines good looks, good writing and a personal approach. Slightly Foxed introduces its readers to books that are no longer new and fashionable but have lasting appeal. Good-humoured, unpretentious and a bit eccentric, it’s more like a well-read friend than a literary magazine.
In this issue: Felicity James learns lessons in Cranford • Tom Hodgkinson is impressed by Uncle Quentin • Isabel Lloyd goes further into the wood • Jonathan Law pursues a man with many names • Pamela Beasant squeezes into a very independent bookshop • Anthony Gardner gets confused in Ruritania • Posy Fallowfield curls up with Shirley Hughes • Mathew Lyons remembers old Broadway • William Palmer goes birdwatching, and much more besides . . .
‘String is my foible’ • FELICITY JAMES on Elizabeth Gaskell, Cranford
Shall I Be Me? • DEREK PARKER on Colin Clark, The Prince, the Showgirl and Me
Uncle Quentin Revisited • TOM HODGKINSON on Enid Blyton, Five on Kirrin Island Again
Surprised by Joy • KRISTIAN DOYLE on Adam Zagajewski, Slight Exaggeration
A Northern Survivor • PAMELA BEASANT on Stromness Books & Prints, Orkney
Double Trouble • ANTHONY GARDNER on Anthony Hope, The Prisoner of Zenda
. . . from the Trees • ISABEL LLOYD on books about trees, Part II
A Recording Angel • ANTHONY QUINN on Geoffrey Fletcher, The London Nobody Knows
The Thread that Binds Them • URSULA BUCHAN on A. P. Wavell (ed.), Other Men’s Flowers
Reaping the Whirlwind • RICHARD PLATT on William Safire, Freedom: A Novel of Abraham Lincoln and the Civil War
The Sweetest Note of All Others • WILLIAM PALMER on David Lack, The Life of the Robin
Quick Brains and Slow Tongues • MATHEW LYONS on The short stories of Damon Runyon
A Friendly Looking Lot • POSY FALLOWFIELD on The children’s books of Shirley Hughes
An Olympian Scoundrel • JONATHAN LAW on Bernard Wasserstein, The Secret Lives of Trebitsch Lincoln
Mr Gryce Meets His Match • KATE TYTE on Anna Katharine Green, That Affair Next Door
Twice Upon a Time • ALASTAIR GLEGG on Fairy tales for grown-ups
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The independent-minded quarterly that combines good looks, good writing and a personal approach. Slightly Foxed introduces its readers to books that are no longer new and fashionable but have lasting appeal. Good-humoured, unpretentious and a bit eccentric, it’s more like a well-read friend than a literary magazine. More . . .
‘Brilliant . . . and, incidentally, a great present for those who love books and live abroad’ Financial Times
- Wavell, A. P.
- Fallowfield, Posy
- Tree, Isabella
- Hodgkinson, Tom
- James, Felicity
- Quinn, Anthony
- Safire, William
- Lyons, Mathew
- Glegg, Alastair
- Fletcher, Geoffrey
- Powers, Richard
- Broadley, John
- Clark, Colin
- Blyton, Enid
- Zagajewski, Adam
- Stromness Books & Prints
- Hope, Anthony
- Lack, David
- Simard, Suzanne
- Meager, Jill
- Ashman, Iain
- Fairy tales for grown-ups
- Green, Anna Katharine
- Wasserstein, Bernard
- Hughes, Shirley
- Runyon, Damon
- Woolfenden, Sarah
- Law, Jonathan
- Pirkis, Gail & Wood, Hazel
- Lloyd, Isabel
- Beasant, Pamela
- Tyte, Kate
- Doyle, Kristian
- Buchan, Ursula
- Deakin, Roger
- Gardner, Anthony
- Gaskell, Elizabeth
- Palmer, William
- Parker, Derek
- Platt, Richard
- Proulx, E. Annie
- Rackham, Oliver
Slightly Foxed Issue 76: From the Editors
This issue of Slightly Foxed comes with our very best wishes to you all from all of us here for Christmas and the coming year. However there’s no escaping the fact that these are anxious times, and...
Read more‘String is my foible’
A tarnished silver teapot. A tin of buttons, their parent garments long decayed. A bundle of yellowing letters, in my mother’s hand. Look: here she is, smiling in her nurse’s uniform in the...
Read moreShall I Be Me?
In the summer of 1953, briefly in London during the Coronation celebrations, I took myself to the Phoenix theatre (Upper Circle, 6s.) to see The Sleeping Prince, with the two glittering stars of the...
Read moreUncle Quentin Revisited
When I was 4 my parents took me to a junk shop in Richmond. They saw me examining a musty red hardback and asked if I’d like to buy it. It was Five on Kirrin Island Again (1947), the sixth in Enid...
Read moreSurprised by Joy
In the obituaries that appeared in 2021 for the Polish writer Adam Zagajewski, his prose, I was saddened to see, hardly got a mention. I suppose this is common with poets: their poetry is seen as the...
Read moreA Northern Survivor
Nestled in the heart of Orkney’s second largest town, on a main street uncoiling, as the Orcadian poet and writer George Mackay Brown described it, ‘like a sailor’s rope’, Stromness Books &...
Read moreDouble Trouble
Duelling was a daily feature of my prep-school life. Our swords were wooden rulers; chipped and battered desks served as castle battlements. Modern warfare held a fascination too, but when it came...
Read more. . . from the Trees
In Issue 75, I said some books help you grow. Others help you let go. Our son was 17 when he disappeared. I’ll call him R. We bought our place that was big enough to plant trees when he was 14....
Read moreA Recording Angel
From the long shelf of books about London that I keep (and keep adding to) the one I most cherish is The London Nobody Knows. Published sixty years ago, it is part whimsical vade mecum, part urban...
Read moreThe Thread that Binds Them
Some years ago, when writing a gardening article for an achingly right-on newspaper, I used the expression ‘other men’s flowers’. I cannot now remember in what context but I have not forgotten...
Read moreReaping the Whirlwind
A warm summer day in 1987. A thump on my doorstep announces the arrival of a stout parcel with the familiar return address, BOMC, Book-of-the-Month Club. These were the pre-Internet days, when BOMC...
Read moreThe Sweetest Note of All Others
Most of the houses of East Sheen in south-west London were built on farmland as part of the great explosion of suburbia between the 1890s and 1930s. The houses are solid and the rear gardens long....
Read moreQuick Brains and Slow Tongues
My parents are both now dead. My father died last, aged 90, in 2016. I had always associated my love of books with my mother’s influence. My father’s passing, however, made me realize – too...
Read moreA Friendly Looking Lot
When I was 6 I broke my arm and had to go to hospital to have it set in plaster of Paris. All this, both the breaking and the setting, made for an eventful day. When I got home there on the table was...
Read moreAn Olympian Scoundrel
It’s a funny thing, humour. What makes you laugh out loud may leave me with a face like an Easter Island statue. In my own experience the funniest books are non-fiction, and most of these are...
Read moreMr Gryce Meets His Match
Imagine you are at a pub quiz. It’s the literature round and the theme is literary firsts. What was the first novel in English? What was the first detective story? Readers of Slightly Foxed could...
Read moreTwice Upon a Time
Starting a story with ‘Once upon a time’ does not guarantee a happy ending. In their classic collection of folk tales, the rather aptly named Brothers Grimm made sure there was a moral to every...
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