In Milan Kundera's new novel the joke is on himself, and even Stalin, his favourite beast, can't resist laughing
When you meet people in the silver of their lives, who seem to have caught life by the neck and kissed its tremendous crow’s feet, you want to stand and applaud
If an etching of her presence on the template of history is what she wanted, that’s all she’ll have got at the end. Here’s how we’ll remember her