Summer - New Statesman

The people-watching near Brighton’s West Pier was so good my book went entirely unread.

By Nicholas Lezard

This summer, take the epic satire Don Juan to the beach.

By Maria Albano

We should remember this is as much a season of Shakespearean bliss as the stirring of mad blood.

By Tom McTague

Whether mocked for a staged snap or forced to return home, PMs rarely enjoy a holiday.

By Matt Chorley

It wasn’t as bad as my frozen shoulder, but I do have to avoid laughing.

By Nicholas Lezard

It’s time to get smart about British summers.

By Rachel Cunliffe

The essential books of the year so far, according to New Statesman staff and contributors.

By New Statesman

As the gloom and magic of autumn looms, another season of the year sneaks out the door.

By Alice Vincent

Summer is precious and fleeting. But so, I reflect as I watch the dog I’ve loved for 15 years, is…

By Melissa Harrison

The world is close to collapse. But can our love of summer save it?

By Richard Seymour

You know it’s going to be a cut above a standard summer barbecue when guests have a choice of two…

By Nicholas Lezard

I am going to put my nose in lilac and honeysuckle and roses and be generally unbearable with luxuriousness.

By Hannah Rose Woods

This season is oppressive, and it’s not only the heat. Can we just skip to September?

By Pippa Bailey

What to see in the UK this summer: from a famous Picasso portrait to an exploded garden shed.

By Michael Prodger

The Fringe should be enjoying its 75th year. Instead Nish Kumar, Mark Watson and other performers insist it needs reform.

By Anna Leszkiewicz and Bilal Aly