Arts & Books
It is impossible to think of any important director whose later work is his or her best. Why is this true of film-makers, but not of other artists?
Lacking the weight of Bellow or Roth, John Updike nevertheless captures the point of the mundane. In his new collection of stories, surface is depth
Moscow theatre is starting to vibrate as powerfully as the streets
From pictures in a cave to aphorisms on a toilet wall, graffiti needs to be reconsidered as the purest art form
Art historians are wrong to judge Adolph Menzel under the long shadow of non-existent progress
The failure of post-war architecture to create urban communities haunts Europe
Two centuries of women's magazine history is coming to an end
Bob is 60 in May, and he's just as good as Keats. So why didn't the song-and-dance man become a saint of high culture long ago?
As Ariel Sharon is elected, Amos Oz publishes his new verse novel in Britain. Inside its ordinary domestic setting lies a plea for quiet in Israel