“Caroline Phillips is a tenacious and skilful writer with a flair for high quality interviewing and a knack for making things work.”
When JG Ballard died, in April 2009, few people knew he had been planning a new work. The author of Crash and Empire of the Sun, celebrated for his bleak dystopian vision, had proposed a book co-written with his oncologist, Jonathan Waxman, to be called Conversations with my Physician: the Meaning, if Any, of Life.
The year may have been humbling for many of the hedge-fund industry’s biggest stars and other experienced investors and traders. Many have found it hard to cope with the effects of Japan’s disasters, uneven US and British economic recoveries, commodity price volatility and concerns about the solvency of Greece and other European nations. This is hardly the time, you would think, for the wives of hedgies to be demanding a new personal shopper, only the woman in question is devoted to rationalising your portfolio (of clothes) and helping you avoid a haircut (on ill-advised purchases).
We pull up at the ashram. A bare-chested man in a dhoti walks past as monkeys and peacocks wander around. “I’ve been here before,” I say, startled. “In another life,” replies a distant cousin, Alan Lawrence. No, two years ago, en route to Kerala. I visited for nanoseconds and thought: “Golly, how could anyone stay here? So boring and uncomfortable.” Now I’m here for two weeks.
Prince Edward’s relationship with Sophie Rhys-Jones has made him front page news. He was keen to put the record straight when talking to Caroline Phillips.
London’s Covent Garden is holding its first International Festival. Caroline Phillips will be there
Bulimia nervosa, the compulsive eating syndrome, is on the increase. As the ideal body gets thinner, the media pressure to slim becomes greater. Conventional and feminist methods have not solved the problem, but now Paulette Maisner offers a more commonsense approach which appears to be working. Caroline Phillips meets her to discuss the treatment.
The battle has begun. I have hit 50. Soon I will have not so much a “muffin top” – that unsightly circle of fat around the middle – as a “paddling pool top”. Normally losing weight is easy. It is keeping it off that’s tricky. But what to do with this middle-age spread appearing around my girth?
When JG Ballard died, in April 2009, few people knew he had been planning a new work. The author of Crash and Empire of the…
The year may have been humbling for many of the hedge-fund industry’s biggest stars and other experienced investors and traders. Many have found it hard…
We pull up at the ashram. A bare-chested man in a dhoti walks past as monkeys and peacocks wander around. “I’ve been here before,” I…