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Volume 36 No 19
9 October 2014

LRB blog 30 September 2014

Alice Spawls
Open House

30 September 2014

Conrad Landin
At the Labour Party Conference

26 September 2014

Patrick Cockburn
Aims and Consequences of Airstrikes

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Perry Anderson
Sinomania

3 January 2013

Philippe Sands and Helena Kennedy
In Defence of Rights

22 September 2011

James Meek
The NHS Goes Private

In the next issue, which will be dated 23 October, Colm Tóibín writes about Marilynne Robinson, Owen Hatherley looks for the Establishment and Neal Ascherson, John Lanchester and Andrew O’Hagan remember Karl Miller.

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James Meek

In Farageland

Thanet, where Nigel Farage will try to win a Westminster seat at the next election, lies nicely along the axis of his commute between his home in South London and his office at the European Parliament in Brussels. If Kent, cartographically speaking, is England’s right foot, the Isle of Thanet is its big toe, pointing east into the sea towards Belgium. It hasn’t been an actual island since the 15th century, when the channel separating it from the English mainland silted up, but it’s still surrounded by water on three sides, and when the sun shines in summer, the light suffusing the air over the chubby peninsula has a vertiginous depthlessness. More

Mary-Kay Wilmers

Karl Miller Remembered

I got to know Karl Miller in the 1960s, when I was in my mid-twenties and he was in his early thirties. He was the literary editor of the New Statesman and I was a junior editor – ‘a young editor here’, my boss used to say – at Faber and Faber. I didn’t know him well – a friend of mine, Francis Hope, was his assistant – but I talked to him at parties and once or twice I had lunch with him (I remember being told to eat my meat). He was a charismatic figure, tall, fair, slim, nattily dressed, flirtatious and a little wayward – a head-spinner. But severe too. You minded your words and that was part of the attraction. More


Jenny Diski

What to call her?

When she died last November at the age of 94, I’d known Doris Lessing for fifty years. In all that time, I’ve never managed to figure out a designation for her that properly and succinctly describes her role in my life, let alone my role in hers. We have the handy set of words to describe our nearest relations: mother, father, daughter, son, uncle, aunt, cousin, although that’s as far as it goes usually in contemporary Western society. Doris wasn’t my mother. I didn’t meet her until she opened the door of her house after I had knocked on it to be allowed in to live with her. What should I call her to others? More

Nathan Thrall

Liberal Zionism

Ari Shavit is a Haaretz columnist admired by liberal Zionists in America, where his book has been the focus of much attention. In April 1897 his great-grandfather Herbert Bentwich sailed for Jaffa, leading a delegation of 21 Zionists who were investigating whether Palestine would make a suitable site for a Jewish national home. Theodor Herzl, whose pamphlet The Jewish State had been published the year before, had never been to Palestine and hoped Bentwich’s group would produce a comprehensive report of its visit for the First Zionist Congress which was to be held in Basel in August that year. More

At the V&A 1
Nick Richardson

At the V&A 2
Rosemary Hill

On Hunger Strike
Omar Robert Hamilton


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