The boys rode their bikes, traded rebbe cards, and played made-up ball games using rolled-up belts as balls, as real balls were considered off limits.

And it's not like she's a buffty either. She kicked the shit out of a moggy twice her size last night.

Julian Barnes's Flaubert's Parrot (1984) and Peter Ackroyd's Hawksmoor and Chatterton may be described as accomplished examples of historiographic metafiction, the kind of self-conscious, heavily parodic and experimental historical […]

The tanks are full and the grass is high.