Self-improvement isn’t about making our best better – but about making our worst less bad.
Snow blindness, the Guardian hustings - plus left- and back-footedness on Question Time.
War has been raging in Syria for nearly four years and much of the country is in ruins, yet Bashar al-Assad is still in power. And the view from the presidential palace is brightening.
The party needs to aggressively contest Cameron’s ownership of the politics of growth.
The party's Westminster head on what Labour and the Tories need to offer to win his support in a hung parliament.
For all their lapses, the Labour leaders of the past had a firmer grasp of reality than their contemporary counterparts.
New ways to get film to audiences, plus democratising technology, have heralded a boom in documentaries.
History Is Now: 7 Artists Take on Britain is a confused hotch-potch of ideas.
A novel of the American Civil War that combines realism with the powerful folklore surrounding defiant women.
Eleven hours of the beautiful game on one day: is it enough?
A work by the late author.
Conceived by Zola and sullied by Jonathan Franzen, the modern saga is in poor health. But Anne Tyler might be its saviour.
Scott McCloud's The Sculptor, Richard McGuire's Here and Joe Sacco's Bumf.
Terrence Malick’s Knight of Cups is insipid – but Andrew Heigh's 45 Years proves it's not all bad.
In Parliament, deals are being cut everywhere. Some are gruesome, others merely farcical.
The programme reminded us what "monstrous" means.
With "anti-vaxxers" dominating the headlines, Biss's new book is a thoughtful examination of how people feel about vaccines.
Sam Delaney’s Mad Men and Bad Men: What Happened when British Politics Met Advertising captures forty years of politics – through posters.
In painting and parliament, the best frames make themselves invisible.
"I am delighted until I see that the paper has spelled my name, at the end of the column, 'Nicholas Zloozman'."
Liberal MP George Harwood was a Church of England deacon.
The homogonisisng impulse of McDonald's leads to epiphany.
A deluge of mole-owners have put pressure on health services.
In the bleak midwinter, there are few walks more energising.
Mr Greenaway pursued me and another girl in the class and I felt almost literary. Then my mum went and ruined everything.
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