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The fall of Prime Minister Helle Thorning-Schmidt and Scandinavia’s move to the right.
We can spot catastrophes that could kill us – but can we come together to stop them?
Musa Okwonga attends the burial of a Syrian man, lost trying to cross the Mediterranean, organised by Berliners.
Segregated Mardi Gras in Alabama tells us a lot about life in the South.
When is it better to die than live?
Money raised goes into a “fightback” fund – although the flattened Lib Dems will need more than the odd jumble sale to rise, Lazarus-like, from the dead.
Peter Wilby on Jeremy Corbyn’s appeal, Michael Gove’s grammar and schools inspectors.
Ed Smith celebrates the free spirit of the New Zealand cricket team.
In this parliament, campaigners will again attempt to chip away at abortion rights - but will the new leaders of Labour and the Lib Dems have the stomach to fight them?
Labour will not prosper if it is viewed merely as a repository of protest.
Burnham's populist pitch is disingenuous. In truth, he's part of what George Osborne calls the “guild” of professional politicians.
Using kit purchased on the internet for £60, trend-setters are perking up their brains with low-level blasts of electricity. Lucy Jones tries it out.
Is America so shorn of fresh leadership and ideas that it is rerunning old elections?
The Labour London mayoral candidate on why he is the "modern" figure the city needs, Tessa Jowell's "control freakery", and Islamist extremism.
Richard Dadd painted some dazzling visions abroad but found peace within the walls of Broadmoor.
This novel about the 1992 Los Angeles riots holds itself to a standard of verisimilitude – of the raw, unvarnished, authentic – that is is deeply immersive and deathly dull.
To dismiss him as a right-wing cigar-chomper would be to disregard that rare phenomenon – a true star, an embodiment of the aspirations of his time.
If sex in the past – in the sense of what people did to each other, in or out of bed – is notoriously hard to pin down, the larger history of sexuality and society is most rewarding.
This very enjoyable biography-cum-autobiography illuminates not just Federer’s place in tennis history but also the way in which the author converted his psychological problems into sporting fandom.
This programme and I have a history.
Joseph Goebbels embraced barbarism to escape the chaos of his time.
It was not just a huge body of songs that emerged but a whole musical style that was markedly non-European.
The Gehry worshippers were like fashion editors at a Prada show, only minus the clothes, handbags and hair.
The Beta Band's John Maclean makes his directorial debut with a wry, rootsy love story.
On his adoption for the 1929 election, the Leamington Spa Courier noted that Charles George Garton was “a revolutionary in the matter of dress . . . wearing in winter and summer alike an open-necked tennis shirt and no hat”.
It’s an all-you-can-eat buffet and soup kitchen combined.
Martins are in steep decline now, but once their mud-cup nests, slung under eaves, were a familiar sight across Britain.
The ex-cop talked a lot of Zen stuff about waiting for the perfect moment, the lining up of the cross hairs. Letting the gun tell you when to pull the trigger. Aim for the head. Or heart. What a rush.
I’d love to go back and read that Ucca form now. Or witness the expression on the faces of those who had to consider my application.
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