Anna Leszkiewicz

The stories in her zeitgeisty collection Show Don’t Tell are dated by their cultural references, but their astute observations are timeless.

Caroline Darian’s I’ll Never Call Him Dad Again – an account of her father’s abuse of her mother – suggests memoir can be an antidote to doubt, shame and silence.

The Goldsmiths Prize-shortlisted novelist on visual art, writing womanhood, and the value of difficulty in literature.

As the singer showcased her new album Patterns in Repeat at Hackney Church, the parallels across her work – and the eerie maturity of her early records – were strikingly clear.

The dream that One Direction represented now seems an obvious nightmare.

Little Simz and SZA made Coldplay look bland in a festival full of politics, nostalgia and peeing in cups.

The pop star won the diverse festival crowd over by giving her usually light as air, candy floss pop songs new weight and edge.

At Wembley Stadium, the pop star presented a kaleidoscopic, whiplash-inducing spectacle that passed by in a blur.

In the week that Courtney Love called Taylor Swift “not important” (“She might be a safe space for girls,” Love said, “but she’s not interesting as an artist”) comes The Tortured Poets Department, Swi

Caledonian Road is a brick of a novel lobbed at the towering glass houses of London.