Slightly Foxed : A Dickens Of A Riot :

A Dickens of a Riot DAISY HAY

Charles Dickens, Barnaby Rudge
Between the Lines SUE GEE

E. H. Shepard, Drawn from Memory & Drawn from Life
From Bloomsbury . . . ALAN BRADLEY

Virginia Woolf, The Common Reader
. . . to Buckingham Palace HAZEL WOOD

Alan Bennett, The Uncommon Reader
Rock, Root and Bird JUSTIN MAROZZI

Nan Shepherd, The Living Mountain
Keeping Ahead of the Game CHRISTOPHER RUSH

Anon., Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
Russian Roulette ANNE BOSTON

Lionel Davidson, Kolymsky Heights
Incorrigible and Irresistible SUE GAISFORD

The letters of John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester
A Modern Pied Piper MAGGIE FERGUSSON

An interview with Michael Morpurgo
Histories of the Soul CHRISTIAN TYLER

The works of Svetlana Alexievich
Whatever Happened to Elizabeth Jenkins? NIGEL ANDREW

The novels of Elizabeth Jenkins
In Search of Unicorns VICTORIA NEUMARK

Elizabeth Goudge, The Little White Horse & Linnets and Valerians
Grave Expectations RICHARD PLATT

Charles Palliser, The Quincunx
Kinsey Makes a Difference FRANCES DONNELLY

Sue Grafton’s Kinsey Millhone Alphabet novels
The Next Bob Dylan Laurence Scott

Bert Weedon, Play in a Day
Unsung Heroes ALASTAIR GLEGG

Learning to read at prep school
About Slightly Foxed

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 . . .

‘It ranks as one of the more unusual publications I have ever come across and manages to be both literary and easily readable. I consider myself fairly well-read but Slightly Foxed never fails to dazzle me upon its arrival. ’ Bookslut

‘Slightly Foxed’s best offering is its quarterly, in which a dozen or so elegant essays make a case for various amusing but neglected books. A subscription would make an inspired gift for a hungry reader.’ Telegraph

‘A highly diverting antitode to the gloom of winter’ The Tablet