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Volume 31 Number 21
5 November 2009

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Hugh Pennington

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Jim Holt

Claude Lévi-Strauss

4 November 2009

Jenny Diski

Climate Change Denial

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Diary

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David Runciman

Who benefits from equality?

24 September 2009

Roy Mayall

A Postman Speaks

In the next issue, which will be dated 19 November, Jonathan Littell reports from Chechnya. Michael Wood on T.S. Eliot’s Letters, James Wood on Lermontov.

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Jacqueline Rose

Honour Killing

Simply by opening the question, widening the gap between potentiality and history, between the inner message of a faith and a religion in the vice of political power, or more simply between a text and its interpretation, you make it impossible to lay the worst – and honour killing has a fair claim to be described as the worst – at Islam’s door. Such forms of questioning, at which of course feminism excels, have always been the strongest riposte to the brute conviction of any power or law. More


Hilary Mantel

Hypochondria

Adopting for a moment the familiar, modern and derogatory meaning of the word, Brian Dillon consoles us that ‘hypochondriacs are almost always other people.’ The condition exists on a continuum, with fraud at one end, delusion in the middle and medical incompetence at the other end; he is a benefits cheat, you are a hypochondriac, I am as yet undiagnosed. More

Julian Barnes

Maupassant

Maupassant is often called ‘a natural storyteller’: that’s to say, a professional, practised, unnatural storyteller. Such is invariably the case, with both the paid and the unpaid variety (think of the best anecdotalists you know in life: their effect of spontaneity is always based on adjustable tropes, prepared impromptus and trusty set-pieces). More

Jenny Diski

Rape-Rape

What is it like to be 13, a wannabe movie star, in the presence of a powerful movie director in the house of a famous movie star, being given a powerful drug and alcohol and then invited to give the great man a blow job or make yourself available for cunnilingus? I was neither dazzled nor drugged into sex when I was 14 – I was embarrassed into it. More

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