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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.
In squaring up to the European Super League, Boris Johnson confirmed the Conservatives’ communitarian turn. Is Labour paying attention?
The rows with Dominic Cummings and Johnny Mercer expose one of the Prime Minister’s worst traits: making promises he doesn’t intend to keep.
The daily Covid cases are now growing faster than at any point before – and the geographical make-up of those numbers is changing too.
I’m a rubber-burning, lobster-guzzling apologist for lobbyists – just what you would expect from an old Tory self-isolating in the shires.
Underneath Standard Life Aberdeen’s silly new name there is clear thinking, but it is dangerous for those of us who don’t speak “business”.
The Modi government’s complacency has been exposed by a ferocious second wave and a faltering vaccine roll-out.
We should be aware of America’s cultural imperialism, whether it comes in the form of Coca-Cola or virtuous political causes.
We must not accept the mainstreaming of cosmetic intervention without querying what it will do to us.
The depiction of the capital as a gilded metropolis conceals the highest rate of child poverty of any English region.
Your weekly dose of gossip from around Westminster.
The Canadian New Yorker writer discusses the political power of our voices.
Rumours about Keir Starmer wanting to sack his shadow chancellor have been circulating for months. Why isn't anyone setting the record straight?
Why we need a radical model for society in which the state does things with, not for, its citizens.
If Alex Salmond or any of his allies secure a seat, they will make life for his former party as difficult as possible.
How the veteran pop star made a career out of masculinity.
Why the intellectually restless author of Orientalism was an icon to the left, and an irritant to everyone else.
By blending memoir, art criticism and biography, Laing explores how the body you are born into shapes your life, your freedom and your opportunities.
The author uses relational quantum physics to insist nothing we see and experience actually exists.
The book is also a melancholy portrayal of male solitude and community.
The life and legacy of the poet and New Statesman literary editor, who has died at the age of 90.
Beyond by Walker, Simple Passion by Ernaux, translated by Tanya Leslie, The Secret Life of Dorothy Soames by Cowan and Of Women and Salt by Garcia.
Jacques-Louis David painted his only landscape as the guillotine loomed over him.
In challenging times, I often find myself returning to a clip from Stanley Donen’s slight and elegant 1958 film Indiscreet.
It’s a bit like Fleabag, only minus the self-loathing, the existential angst and, most noticeably, the Hot Priest.
Soft Voice tells the anxious 25-year-old estate agent Lydia what to wear, what to say and which yoghurt to eat each day. Until she disappears.
I may never have seen the Taj Mahal by moonlight, but I have walked in a wood carpeted with anemones, somewhere in Transylvania.
I took a certain pleasure in noticing that the article I read written by an ex-lover of mine was actually quite dull.
Whether it's Ulster, Exeter, Ireland or England – I was finally liberated from arranging weekends around rugby fixtures.
This column – which, though named after a line in Shakespeare’s Richard II, refers to the whole of Britain – has run in the NS since 1934.
Young players don’t think about the future; they blank all that from their minds as they chase after the exultation of scoring.
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