The title hung awkwardly on this final collection of Christopher Isherwood's diaries inevitably raises the question: liberation from what? Certainly not from all the things that troubled him throughout the previous decades, scrupulously recounted again here: his libido, concern for his excessive drinking, health, appearance, financial stability, jealousy and other passions, fears about mortality and the struggle to believe in an afterlife.
A British antiques dealer has been jailed for 10 months for forging the signatures of Winston Churchill and other famous figures in books he sold as collector items.
With characteristic clarity and precision, Gertrude Himmelfarb tells us at the outset of her slim but substantial book why she has chosen to write about the strain of philo-Semitism running through British history.
"The Merchant of Venice" is back and plays for relevance just in time for 2012. The Shakespeare drama is being staged in the nation's capital, set in a troubled America struggling with cultural extravagance in New York City before the Great Depression. Al Pacino stars in a movie version, inviting reflection on the ambiguities of prejudice and greed, as familiar in 21st-century Washington as in 16th-century Venice. There's enough corruption depicted in the play to indict an entire wasteful society. The famous "pound of flesh" is but a metaphor for all kinds of excesses of thinking and action. Anti-Semitism is only a part of it.