A happy memory of Trinity College: undergraduates breakfast together in Downy V. Green, p. 77.
Patrick Miles in his summer house, 11 December 2016
Jean Ryckaert, May 1916.
Unpublished watercolour by George Calderon, Tahiti 1906
George Calderon c.1901
Sir Richard Vincent Sutton c. 1913
The entrance to Fort Brockhurst (picture from Britain’s Past)
George and Kittie Calderon 1905
Christmas 1901 Cartoon by George Calderon
Basic form of the Calderon coat of arms
Michel and Vera Fokine in “Scheherazade”, 1914 (The Music And Theatre Library of Sweden, creative commons)
Monarch Butterfly Madeira
Captain of the 11
K.N. Das Gupta and Margaret Mitchell in an Indian Dramatic Society production of The Maharani of Arakan, 1913?
Book sent to George Calderon in Russia by his mother, Christmas 1895.
Figure from Gauguin’s 1899 painting ‘Tahitian Women with Mango Blossoms’ (left); George Calderon’s pencil sketch ‘Manu’ (right)
George Calderon, 1912
Frontis piece by Frank Calderon
Colonel Sir Walter Coote Hedley c. 1920Recent Comments
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Category Archives: Personal commentary
‘Library Notes’ (2)
This children’s book of 79 lines of poetry was stuck on its side behind the Brodsky section of my library (six books published between 1967 and 1993). I’d completely forgotten its existence — although it was clearly inscribed by me … Continue reading
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The diary of a writer-publisher: 39
20 May 2026 A thirty-five minute phone call from Tamara Harvey, who is directing the RSC production of The Cherry Orchard, which plays at Stratford from 10 July to 29 August. Tamara wanted to check pronunciation of the Russian names in … Continue reading
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Tagged Amazon, Anton Chekhov, Crimea, Kenneth Branagh, King Charles III, Lopakhin, Meldrewism, patronymics, Ranyevskaya, Richard Eyre, RSC, Russian names, Russo-Ukrainian War, Tamara Harvey, telecons, The Cherry Orchard, The Tempest, The White Bow/Ghoune, Trofimov, Ukraine, Vladimir Putin
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The diary of a writer-publisher: 38
21 April 2026 A one-to-one meeting in the RSC theatre at Stratford with Tamara Harvey, Co-Artistic Director. In October I had printed out from the RSC website the two-page publicity for her production of The Cherry Orchard in the Swan Theatre … Continue reading
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The Europeans 2019
Pull on your driving gloves, Gordon, Light up your Billiard pipe! Edge out and I’ll slam shut the garage, We’re off to the civilized life! In two hours we’ll be down at Dover, This Bentley’s not going near Fife! Cher Bertrand, chère … Continue reading
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Tagged Bermuda shorts, Boris Johnson, Brexit, Cagnes, Cap Gris Nez, comments, Dover, EU, Europeans, Fife, France, gravy, Great Britain, hedonism, How To Get On In Society, John Betjeman, Melissa & Gordon, oikophobia, Paris, pipes, socca, Venice
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The essential Oxford novel
As Calderonians know, there were two wildly popular novels about Oxford University in the nineteenth century: Cuthbert Bede’s The Adventures of Mr Verdant Green (1853) and George’s The Adventures of Downy V. Green, Rhodes Scholar at Oxford (1902). They have … Continue reading
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Tagged C.P. Snow, Cambridge University, campus novels, Cuthbert Bede, Dead Souls, Don Quixote, Dorothy Sayers, F.T. Unwin, feminism, George Calderon, Hamlet, Horace Hare, J.P. Stern, John Milton, M.R. James, Mary-Jo Poltowa, Moll Flanders, Morton Pinkney, Niccolo Machiavelli, Nikolai Gogol, Oxford University, Penfold Huddlestone, picaresque novels, satire, St Jocasta's College, The Adventures of Downy V. Green, The Adventures of Mr Verdant Green, The Good Soldier Švejk, Tom Sharpe, Voltaire
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Joseph Brodsky: A Christmas poem
They didn’t care about the desert that lay all around, or the blizzard that wrapped them in ghoulish sounds, or how cramped it was in a shepherd’s hut; that from all other spaces the world pushed them out. For, firstly, … Continue reading
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The diary of a writer-publisher: 35
13 October 2025 There were a number of letters in The Times earlier this month describing butterflies that the authors had witnessed turning up at funerals and even settling on the coffin. The point was that people found it mysterious and strangely … Continue reading
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Goathead is launched
Dear Subscribers to Calderonia, The Anglo-Russian publisher Sam&Sam, which was founded in Moscow in 1974 and published George Calderon: Edwardian Genius in Britain in 2018, has now been divided into Sam&Sam owned and based exclusively in Russia, and The Goathead Press … Continue reading
Announcing: THE GOATHEAD PRESS
On 16 June this year the website www.samandsam.co.uk, which had existed since 2018, disappeared from the Web. Here is a reminder of what the splash page looked like: I refused to waste much time over who had perpetrated this, because … Continue reading
Joseph Brodsky: ‘October madrigal’
No stuffed gull on our mantelpiece but a darling quail. Grandfather ticking at his pace soothes each evening our battered drums. Outside, the tree is a candle with the glums. Four days now sea has pounded on its wall. Lay … Continue reading
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Joseph Brodsky: ‘I put my arms…’
I put my arms around these shoulders, glanced at what lay behind her back, and saw a displaced chair that faded into the brightness of the wall. The light bulb’s filament was too intense for furniture so ripe, which meant … Continue reading
The diary of a writer-publisher: 34
27 June ‘Why aren’t arts leaders banging the drum for Ukraine any more?’ asks Richard Morrison in the arts column of today’s Times. He recently heard that when a ‘distinguished American performer’ wanted to light the stage at his festival performance … Continue reading
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My bond with Bond
On receiving for this year’s birthday James Bond’s Birds of the West Indies, I decided to read an Ian Fleming Bond novel for the first time in sixty years. It turned out that my 1962 copy of Dr No is the … Continue reading
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‘Library Notes’ (3)
Yes, I know… Both the title and uniform of this Soviet book are so forbidding that I am hardly surprised I never read it when I bought it (1986) and did not recognise it recently when cataloguing my Russian library … Continue reading →