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What happened on election night, she believes, was "the sweet spot between being pro-Union and anti-austerity".
The DUP may be the ugliest of brides for the Conservative Party but its MPs are not a danger to the peace process.
Your weekly dose of gossip from around Westminster.
We must focus on our real enemies.
Most MPs seem to favour a final choice between a Brexiteer and a Remainer.
Peter Wilby's First Thoughts.
It's about training smarter, not just harder.
"He’s shown he can win, and that’s enough for me."
After the party's surprising revival, the mood among its ranks is transformed.
These are new times, as we keep saying. Now to try to understand them.
In an inspired election campaign, he confounded his detractors and showed that he was – more than any other leader – in tune with the times.
Theresa May will cling on, but the election result changes everything. Brexit and the future of both great parties hang in the balance.
Jeremy Corbyn has consolidated a bourgeois capture of the party begun by Tony Blair.
The lives in Elizabeth Strout’s new novel are prisms, held up to the light and flashing out an infinite spectrum of interpretation.
Andrzej Franaszek's biography captures the Polish writer's complexity and darkness.
How Richard Hoggart's poor upbringing informed his classic book.
A new poem by Matthew Hollis.
Author Jeff VanderMeer imagines a super-advanced biotech bear.
Perry Anderson's book asks whether dominance is based on consent or coercion.
Whitney: Can I Be Me fails to investigate properly the very thing she brought to the table – the music.
Even by Gallic standards of nose-to-tail eating, this film is extreme.
In audio from 1959, Frankly Speaking quizzes the playwright on his Mississippi childhood.
Two very different interpretations of Oscar Wilde's play.
Its heroine's frantic and complicated life, and her relish for every single one of its constituent parts, feel so wonderfully replete.
It was difficult not to feel disquieted reading my notes.
It was as if I’d stepped out of the sun into shadow.
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