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We have fooled ourselves into thinking that being able to see the future is the same as being able to change it. At times the opposite is true.
No utopian: the poet Abdulkareem Kasid.
After the Spanish election, forming coalitions is no simple task.
Michael Lewis, the author and journalist highly regarded for his ability to tease human drama out of seemingly mundane subjects, arrived in Leicester Square in London on Monday night.
There is no panacea at hand to reduce the gap in educational attainment, but it must change: the correlation between poverty, geography and educational underachievement diminishes us all.
A momentous confusion, the case of Michael "Dagger" Dugher - and Lord Cameron of Chipping Norton?
Only Labour can build the national movement needed to challenge David Cameron's reforms. But doing so means acknowledging where we went wrong.
It is reassuring that we have a prime minister who returns from his Christmas break invigorated with new ideas.
Bob Crow was a bully for securing better pay deals for Tube workers; a CEO who delivers bigger profits for his shareholders is a hero.
How do you mourn a legend? You don’t. Not really. The legend continues, a little chip of it in all of us.
Presenting the child for vaccination, the nurse invariably says, with puzzled face: “Where’s Mummy?” “Oh, that’s easy,” my husband wants to say. “It’s 2016."
Neither Corbyn nor his opponents may be strong enough to triumph, leaving Labour stumbling towards 2020.
Profits are so thin that the slightest pothole could cause a crash.
We are told that austerity has triumphed and that the British economy is running full steam ahead. The reality is more alarming.
A tribute to the man who reinvented pop culture and changed Britain, by John Gray, Olivia Laing, Philip Hoare, Kate Mosse, Paul Du Noyer, Kate Mossman, John Burnside, Will Self and Yo Zushi.
Tracy Daugherty’s biography of Joan Didion is most interesting when it comes to highlighting the complex dynamics inherent in a long and singular writing career.
The central figure of The Dictator’s Last Night ends up as a cross between Shakespeare’s Macbeth and Sacha Baron Cohen’s Admiral General Aladeen.
The new atheists decry religion as a poisonous set of lies. But what if a belief in the supernatural is natural?
At Vanity Fair: From Bunyan to Thackeray by Kirsty Milne takes us from The Pilgrim's Progress to Condé Nast’s glamorous title.
People have trained themselves to look for the riddles and tricks in Bowie's music, but this time he was hiding nothing.
How the musician came to be a digital presence in the lives of millions.
Tonight was panned by critics. Rolling Stone gave it one star. But it's the album I return to most often.
Bowie became a conduit for a lost generation, reaching those who the 1960s had left behind.
I’m always suspicious of shared grief for people we’ve never met. So why does Bowie's death feel so significant?
"A midwinter spring, of sorts, / the day you died. . ."
Bowie never stopped collaborating, never stopped travelling between media, walking through walls with a light-footedness that few have ever matched.
How a suburban boy from the South East London suburbs turned himself into David Bowie.
Marceline Loridan-Ivens's But You Did Not Come Back is a addressed to her father and tells the story of her time in the camps - and the years after.
Violence and prejudice is rife in two studies of the pivotal year of 1956.
"They were my dad’s I tell him, recalling / how my father loved to savour a cigar after / a meal."
Megan Walsh meets the Taiwanese director Hou Hsiao-hsien as he takes on wuxia in his acclaimed film The Assassin.
Comedy used to be run by middle-aged men making Goons references. But new series Tracey Ullman's Show and Crashed are a brilliant reminder that women are increasingly claiming territory.
When the kidnapped mother and son in Room (15) leave captivity, it's supposed to be a grand metaphor. Yet the film stays can't free itself from its own "Room".
How radio presenters across the country shared anecdotes in memory of the singer.
Gin has evolved from the home-made 18th-century rotgut that was the scourge of England’s poor to the tipple of colonial civilisation.
I dislike going to the bank intensely; only, perhaps, not for the reason you might suppose.
It is rather corvid, the ring-neck’s cry – suggestive of an intelligence more knowing than we expect from most birds.
All the good advice has been given, so I'm going to turn it around and say thank you.
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