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The accountant and tax justice campaigner explains how his ideas ended up in Jeremy Corbyn's economics plan.
Most of us don’t have to make crucial decisions based on the BBC’s weather forecast.
Becca Rothfeld watches Brooklyn’s best punners battle it out with headline writers from the New York Post.
There are signs that a new petite bourgeoisie is emerging in Havana.
A former Jewish settler in Gaza recalls her childhood friendship with a young Palestinian.
Splinter group Popular Unity’s stated aim is to take Greece out of the deal Syriza struck with its creditors.
Peter Wilby’s First Thoughts column.
So, there’s a pill to make women want sex? Feminism is all the Viagra I will ever need.
This week's Politics Column from the New Statesman's political editor.
That there are so many tumbling prices suggests this is more than just panicked stock jocks in Asia.
The unique threat posed by Isis has been analysed in depth. But how should the West respond in practice?
Who are the key players in Jeremy Corbyn's team?
New books by Simon Armitage and Patrick Barkham follow walks through the south of England.
Miller’s new novel is beautiful, but I confess, it had me stumped.
Jeremy Seabrook's The Song of the Shirt goes beyond hand-wringing to create a nuanced portrait of cheap manufacturing.
Adam Mars-Jones has created a clever, stoical and cool account of caring for a dying father.
The Black Mirror and The Worm at the Core reveal the human obsession with, and denial of, our mortality.
In some ways, Allen is a prisoner of the independence from Hollywood he fought for so long to protect.
Énard's latest novel, Street of Thieves, has ideas and charisma to burn.
Linda Rosenkrantz's Talk captures the conversations of a sex-obsessed city.
What are the chances that Ice Cube will be held properly to account for an anti-Semitic slur in a film produced by Ice Cube?
Kalaallit Nunaata Radioa is a fisherman's friend.
Agent Carter uses its heroine's invisibility in her own time to great success.
Against a big, blowsy set, Benedict Cumberbatch delivers a deliberately un-starry performance (shame about the slow-mo).
“I hate it,” I said. “I hate it more than I can say.”
Dry, cloudy and still, sidra is the drink of the Celts.
Several witnesses testified to Ennis’s amiable nature but the jury found him guilty.
One of the many great things about Australia is a genuine, if slightly abrasive egalitarianism.
Barcleys, boots and big names... the Prem is back.
Is meditating going to render us all docile? I'm not sure. Gaining perspective could be empowering.
Was I projecting my own disturbance on to him? If so, it felt like a void that I could not bear.
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