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The continent that supposedly reveres the Enlightenment has disregarded scientific inquiry over the AstraZeneca vaccine.
A selection of the best letters received from our readers this week. Email firstname.lastname@example.org to have your thoughts voiced in the New Statesman magazine.
The police are treated as a device with which to win or lose elections, rather than as an essential part of the public realm.
Global Britain will be decided not in the Indian Ocean or the South China Sea, but in the Baltic, Black Sea and the Mediterranean.
This is my fault. I tutted at him six months ago for taking up the entire footpath and a jogger never forgets.
It’s estimated that by 2060 more than four in ten Christians will be from sub-Saharan Africa. The Catholic Church is acting accordingly.
I fear the return will not be a simple reunion with my old joys, but a reckoning with all the joys we have missed out on over the past year.
Bidding to host international sporting events is a wheeze beloved of new governments: a source of patriotism and public excitement, a ready-made project and an illusion of vision.
Giving the police discretion to shut down virtually any form of protest would be disastrous for democracy.
Your weekly dose of gossip from around Westminster.
The British novelist discusses why our fixation on “wellness” grows as the planet around us decays.
I hold no brief for Piers Morgan. But I disagree with his dismissal from ITV’s Good Morning Britain for three reasons.
Having left the EU, the United Kingdom must embark on a national programme of self-renewal.
Our writers give their view on the UK’s post-Brexit future.
In a multinational state as divided as Britain has become, an overarching national project is unfeasible.
Boris Johnson has bet on a “green industrial revolution” as the avenue for Union-wide economic transformation. Will it pay off?
A network of civic institutions should form the base of the foundational economy, locally rooted and citizen-led.
Why we require a “radical reform of British education” to convert schools from narrow exam factories to places of imagination, innovation and technical training.
Unless first-past-the-post gives way to proportional representation, it will remain difficult to forge the effective coalitions of the righteous and the reforming needed to lead a national project.
The intensive care doctor reflects on the last 12 months of making life-or-death decisions on the Covid front line.
Our first prime minister was a libertine, a scoundrel and an opportunist. But he was never a bore or a moralist. Remind you of anyone?
How the French-Algerian philosopher Jacques Derrida became one of the most influential thinkers in the world.
Why Eton, Harrow, Rugby and the rest thrived.
Williams and Wigmore's The Best, Kay's Bessie Smith, Isaacson's The Code Breaker and Ross's This One Sky Day.
This is a collage of Morley’s life as a long-time music journalist, slightly shorter-time classical music advocate, and conspicuously mortal human being.
Alexandria falls into the now well-established genre of “cli-fi” novels: dystopias that engage directly with the hell we are calling upon ourselves as temperatures rise and ice melts.
The author is “obsessed” with the notion of inherited trauma, a theme that appears in her books Homegoing and Transcendent Kingdom.
A new poem by Blake Morrison.
How Hubert Robert assembled new worlds with the tumbled remains of the classical past.
The former Beatle has released a distinctly 2020-flavoured EP.
This satire-cum-sex-comedy is a funny, sly rebuke to the enduring myth of free love.
Public approbation cannot, unlike a lover, be snared or pinned down. It is unreliable, fickle. It is a chimera.
This four-episode series mixes winking chats between Keyes and Tara Flynn, with readings from Keyes’s non-fiction work.
A meal for one doesn’t need to be pitiable. Looking after yourself should be seen as an act of kindness, not a chore.
Watching Ridley Scott’s The Martian, I feel a sudden affinity with Matt Damon eating his umpteenth meal of the same old same old.
It all starts on a Friday night with some booze, as I sink into the relaxation that the end of the week brings.
Under Pep Guardiola's watch, the club has been transformed from the butt of the joke into a footballing giant.
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The author on the joys of television, the gift of ageing, and the powerful work of Saidiya Hartman.
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