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Volume 37 Number 11
4 June 2015

LRB blog 28 May 2015

Glen Newey
The Queen’s Speech

27 May 2015

Louis Mackay
Negative Typecasting

26 May 2015

Anna Aslanyan
Brodsky among Us

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15 July 1999

Bernard Porter
Secrecy in Britain

23 September 2010

Jenny Diski
Happiness

19 March 2015

Hal Foster
After the White Cube

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Jenny Diski

My eyes were diamonds

I jumped out of my bedroom window so I wouldn’t have to speak to anyone downstairs having breakfast. That’s what happened around the Easter weekend of 1966. It was the last straw. For Doris, for me, for Doris’s friends. A point of departure. My friend X from St Christopher’s and I were still angry – three years after the event – that St Chris had chucked me out without concerning itself about what happened to me. ‘Well, you certainly fell on your feet,’ the headmaster had said in a voice that told the whole world that it showed life was unfair but that Quakers would at least have the moral upper hand, and porridge. More

Edward Luttwak

The Armenian Genocide

Turkey is a country small in neither size nor population, yet its rulers have the privilege of being ignored most of the time, no doubt because its language is remarkably little known, considering that for all its Arabic and Persian accretions it’s a most useful entry to the Oghuz Turkic tongues spoken from Moldova to China. This privilege was in evidence when Pope Francis chose in April to define the Armenian deportations, kidnappings, rapes and massacres that started in 1915 as a genocide. The Turkish government prefers fine terminological distinctions. More


Nick Richardson

Erik Satie

One thing everyone knows about Erik Satie is that he was an eccentric. There are many kinds of eccentric and Satie was most of them. He presented himself as a nutty professor figure, not a composer but a ‘gymnopedist’ and ‘phonometrician’. He dined – or so he claimed in his autobiography – only on ‘food that is white: eggs, sugar, shredded bones, the fat of dead animals’. He walked around Paris in priestly robes, then swapped them for a wardrobe full of identical brown corduroy suits; his interests included rare sea creatures, forgotten local history and the occult. More

David Trotter

What scared Hitchcock?

Even the biographers, watching the life ‘start at zero’, have struggled to establish where the motivation for the inventiveness came from. The most popular hypothesis, not least because Hitchcock himself promoted it so vigorously, concerns timidity. ‘The man who excels at filming fear is himself a very fearful person,’ Truffaut observed, ‘and I suspect that this trait of his personality has a direct bearing on his success.’ The most substantial biography to date includes plenty of anecdotes about fear, but supplies little by way of evidence of its ultimate cause. More

Short Cuts
Andrew O’Hagan

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Marina Warner

At the Movies
Michael Wood


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