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Volume 37 Number 3
5 February 2015

LRB blog 30 January 2015

Jeremy Harding
In Toulouse

29 January 2015

Inigo Thomas
Mark Boxer and the LRB

28 January 2015

Natasha Roth
Under Fire in the West Bank


14 August 2008

Robin Robertson
At Roane Head

20 September 2007

Hilary Mantel
The New Apartheid

18 December 2014

Michael Hofmann
Richard Flanagan’s Sticky Collage

In the next issue, which will be dated 19 February, Simon Wren-Lewis on austerity, Stefan Collini on David Lodge, Michael Wood on Erich Auerbach.


Wednesday 4 February at 6.00 P.M.

Late Night Shopping

Thursday 5 February at 7.00 P.M.

Patrick Cockburn on the Rise of Islamic State

Friday 6 February at 7.00 P.M.

Frances Leviston's Disinformation Launch Party

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Jackson Lears

Clinton’s Creed

The rise of identity politics in America was a tragic necessity. No one can deny the legitimacy or urgency of the need felt by women and minorities to have equality on their own terms, to reject the assumption that full participation in society required acceptance of the norms set by straight white males. Yet even as the public sphere grew more inclusive, the boundaries of permissible debate were narrowing. Critiques of concentrated power, imperial or plutocratic, became less common. Indeed, the preoccupation with racial and gender identity has hollowed out political language, the void filled by an apparently apolitical alternative. More

Paul Farmer

Who survives?

What is it like to be a passenger on a bus, or standing in a cheering crowd at the finishing line of a marathon, in the seconds after a bomb goes off, when you know you’re hurt but not where or how badly? What’s it like to be a child who finds a discarded toy and picks up what turns out to be a landmine? What’s it like to be giving birth at home, and see blood pooling between your legs, and look up at the ashen faces of a birth attendant, a midwife, a spouse? What’s it like to feel the earth tremble and see the roof and walls of your home or school fall towards you? More

T.J. Clark

Blake at the Ashmolean

Just occasionally in Blake’s engravings there are pictures within pictures, and we get a glimpse of the life he thought images might lead in a better world. The most moving of these visions is Plate 20 of Blake’s Illustrations of the Book of Job. Job has survived his doubts and torments, and is telling the story to his daughters – in an earlier watercolour, they hold the instruments of Poetry, Painting and Music. No doubt the young women are taking their father’s narrative to heart, and in due course will rephrase it in terms appropriate to their arts. More

John Lahr

Eugene O’Neill

If you were throwing a pity party among American playwrights, the antisocial, alcoholic, self-dramatising misery named Eugene Gladstone O’Neill would win the door prize. At the age of 21, already making a myth of his sense of doom, O’Neill was calling himself ‘the Irish luck kid’. By then, he’d been thrown out of Princeton (‘Ego’ was his nickname), fathered a son with his divorced first wife, caught syphilis in his wanderlust around South America as a merchant seaman, and attempted suicide in a Greenwich Village fleabag called ‘the Hell Hole’ by its permanently pie-eyed denizens. More

At the Movies
Michael Wood

Notes on the Election
David Runciman

Short Cuts
John Lanchester