To rescue Kahlo from the clutches of the corporate art market, we need to acknowledge the overt and covert political dimensions of the work, demands GAVIN O’TOOLE
IN HELEN CALLAGHAN'S Everything Is Lies (Penguin, £12.99), London architect Sophia arrives at her parents' smallholding in Suffolk on a reluctant duty visit, only to find her mother dead and her father dreadfully wounded.
The police see it as an attempted murder-suicide, with the suicide bid unsuccessful. But this would be so out of character for the quiet couple who raised her that Sophia is convinced that a third party must have been involved.
With her father yet to regain consciousness, only she can find the truth — which must surely have something to do with the news that her rather dull mother has written an explosive tell-all memoir.
A WWI hero, renowned ornithologist, medical doctor, trade union organiser and founder member of the Communist Party of Great Britain all rolled in one. MAT COWARD tells the story of a life so improbable it was once dismissed as fiction
KEN COCKBURN relishes the memoir of a translator, but wonders whether the autobiography underlying the impulse would make a better book
Timeloop murder, trad family MomBomb, Sicilian crime pages and Craven praise
A heatwave, a crimewave, and weird bollocks in Aberdeen, Indiana horror, and the end of the American Dream


