Steven Isserlis

Cellists were not uniformly well-treated by nineteenth-century authors. I’m sure that there are many examples of them within the vast range of Victorian literature; but the two that spring instantly to mind are distinctly unimpressive. Read more…

When I was about six years old, my parents arrived home with a mysterious package that wriggled and made unaccountable noises and snuffled and was warm and (very shortly thereafter) unconditionally friendly. Read more…