The poet and writer Jake Morris-Campbell was born in South Shields in 1988. My family came from a couple of miles to the north of there, on the other side of the River Tyne.

Over a year into power, Starmer’s government is floundering – but it still has time on its side. In the first of a two-part series, our panelists recommend ways it can save itself

There are​ few pictures of rich Jews as enchanting as Renoir’s 1881 portrait of the young Cahen d’Anvers sisters, Elisabeth and Alice, with their chubby cheeks, pearly teeth, sturdy legs and frilly dresses.

One evening during my anaesthesiology career, I walked towards the hospital parking lot, where I saw a surgeon kissing a nurse in a dark corner. I was surprised, as I thought the surgeon had been dating a different nurse.

Alchemy, astrology and medicine (before the triumph of germ theory): three worthless intellectual systems which provided a good living for many into the 18th century and even beyond.

What is the future of health care? Will it have a human face? Or will we all be making appointments to see what Blease calls Dr. Bot, an AI-powered physician.

In terms of literary reputation, Robert Louis Stevenson had a distinctly mixed 20th century, but is doing better in the 21st. Following his death in 1894, he was internationally acclaimed as a writer of at least three imperishable novels (Treasure Island, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Kidnapped), a handful of great short stories (“Thrawn Janet” chief among them), and another handful of important essays, including “A Humble Remonstrance”, his response to Henry James’s “The Art of Fiction”.

Andrew Lambirth’s approach in The Uglow Papers is a curious one. The art critic and writer eschews a conventional monograph on the British painter Euan Uglow (1932-2000) by bringing together a selection of contributors and, through a series of memoirs or papers, allowing them to speak for themselves.

Richard de Bury, as chancellor and treasurer to Edward III, was lucky enough to see all manner of books. He shared his love of them in Philobiblon, a guide for fellow bibliophiles. But this is how he described what he found in the cabinets and caskets of England’s monasteries in the 14th century:

Is it possible to say anything new about the French Revolution? Perhaps not, unless fresh sources come to light. Whether it might be possible to say something that has been so long forgotten that it appears to be new is a different question, one that John Hardman seeks to answer in this rigorously old-fashioned, explicitly political account of the events that lie ‘at the strategic centre of modern history’.