From London’s holly-sellers to Engels’s flaming Christmas centrepiece, the plum pudding was more than festive fare in Victorian Britain, says KEITH FLETT
I WAS living in America on 9/11 — in Los Angeles to be exact — and will never forget the palpable fear and confusion which reigned in its immediate aftermath.
Streets normally teeming with traffic were eerily quiet. The world-famous Sunset Strip was completely deserted, its bars and restaurants closed and its flashing neon lights now reminiscent of an abandoned theme park.
During those initial few days immediately afterwards, shock not rage or anger predominated, as the US tried to get to grips with the enormity of what had just taken place and why.
ANDREW MURRAY looks back on the ignominious career of the former US vice-president, who died earlier this week
ALEX HALL is frustrated by a book that ducks a clear definition of terrorism and fails to perceive the role of the state in sponsoring it



