I had a splendid election campaign. I left England for the Caribbean.
Labour’s abiding problem is that it doesn’t think it really belongs in office and must therefore apologise for occasions when it was.
Cameron must manage a majority even smaller than John Major’s while delivering an inevitably divisive referendum.
Whoever succeeds Ed Miliband as Labour leader will pursue a more moderate strategy.
Wikipedia is the world’s most popular encyclopaedia, a collaborative utopia. But only one in every ten of its editors is a woman.
In 1752, Johnson’s low spirits were relieved somewhat by the arrival from Jamaica of Francis Barber.
Lawrence Osborne's new book, set in Cambodia, grapples with manifold questions about identity.
Sophie McBain reviews Jonathan Littell's Syrian Notebooks and Voices of the Arab Spring by Asaad al-Saleh.
Although often marginalised under the broad label of "post-colonial", Mabanckou is emerging as a force in French writing.
The Good Story is a dialogue between Coetzee and Arabella Kurtz, a clinical psychologist and trainee psychotherapist.
Michael Prodger on new books from Julian Barnes and Michael Craig-Martin.
The Spanish have had reason to identify with the losing side lately, and two debut novels reflect it.
A great philosophical love affair - and the economist fascinated by it.
With record numbers of us choosing to stay single, Bolick's new book explores what it means for a woman to build a rich life alone.
The interviewer, Matthew Bannister – generally known for keeping conversations moving dizzyingly ever forwards – was unusually quiet.
Jonathan Strange is an oddly lacklustre affair, aimed, it seems to me, at a generation brought up on Harry Potter.
The films of François Ozon are polymorphously perverse.
Ryan Gattis reviews two books on the Los Angeles police – and finds a city plagued by a national problem.
Cult figure Grayson Perry has won over the locals with his eccentric House for Essex.
A few years ago, the Great British Bun was in danger of extinction. Then, like a well-proofed dough, it rose again.
Nowadays, there is no hint of laughter in the language we use to describe the demented – apart, of course, from the laughable nature of the euphemisms to which we are now exhorted to turn.
Doctors have become more patient-centred throughout my decades of practice, but there is still a long way to go.
When it to comes to putting stuff in your mouth, only the spoon will do.
In December 1837, the Fife Herald noted that it had been sent a “model of Mr Grote’s balloting box, which has been exhibited at many public meetings”.
Given how reluctant pandas are to breed, it may seem misguided to fund their conservation. But there's a reason we spend so much money.
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