Rose George

I have become a shipping expert again, after several years where I would turn down any requests for comment because I didn't feel I was keeping up with things.

I've started a newsletter on Substack.

I wrote about my experience of taking a Personal Sea Survival course at Seascope Maritime in Liverpool, the latest in my articles for...

Last month I spent a week in Newlyn, Cornwall, and I went fishing with "Cod" Astley.

I reviewed Simon Garfield's new book on encyclopaedias, "All the Knowledge in the World," for the Spectator.

I wrote about my grim four months with Long Covid, and why being fit and healthy was not a perfect shield.

Charles Baudelaire was born 200 years ago today.

It was a great honour to be asked to give one of this year's Darwin Lectures.

I did an interview with Like the Wind magazine, for its online newsletter.

I have been mostly epically unproductive in this epidemic.

I am still getting emails from women in a state of confusion and fear about how they are feeling in menopause or peri-menopause.

Yes, I'm like a London bus: I write nothing for ages and then two essays in two weeks.

I wrote this essay for Technology Review on how being at sea taught me about being marooned at home during this pandemic.

An update on me and menopause depression.

I write about Strava, the fitness app that is agnostic but inspires religious fervour in its users.

I have had to change my HRT, against my will.

There has been a furore this week about toilets.

I know: you think that Granta's edition of Nine Pints was already a paperback.

The rhythm of publishing a book generally goes like this: if you are lucky, there is a flurry of attention around publication.

I have written something for the New York Times health pages on race and blood.