Philip Maughan is a freelance writer in Berlin and a former Assistant Editor at the New Statesman.
In A Really Good Day, Ayelet Waldman tells her story of self-medicating with LSD.
I have never quantified my “performance” with a smartphone, tracked my route with a GPS watch, or even listened to music while running. It’s the ultimate private time.
New books Future Sex and The Selfishness of Others explore what it means to live in our current moment.
Remembering the writer and former New Statesman critic, who died on 2 January 2017.
Fabric might be reopening, but almost 45 per cent of Britain’s clubs have closed since 2005.
American author Paul Beatty’s Man Booker Prize-winning novel shows how “equal justice under law” remains an abstract concept for much of black America.
Aravind Adiga’s novel about cricket in India is more enjoyable than a day watching the game – then again, that's not saying much.
“The scale and frequency of my disappointment,” Dyer writes in his new essay collection, “was proof of how much I still expected and wanted from the world.”
A Brexit exile in Berlin tries to adjust to life, and heads to German lessons alongside Polish workers, fashionable Swedes and Syrian refugees.
For years, I was worried I'd regret it. But there's something to be said for giving up on being pristine.
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