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Volume 41 Number 8
18 April 2019

LRB blog 24 April 2019

James Butler
Our ruined, lifeless planet

23 April 2019

Mary Wellesley
Margaret the Dragon Slayer

19 April 2019

Anna Aslanyan
On Waterloo Bridge


22 March 2007

John Lanchester
Global Warming, Global Hot Air

2 June 2016

Naomi Klein
Let Them Drown

9 May 2019

Adewale Maja-Pearce
‘Make Nigeria Great Again’

In the next issue, which will be dated 9 May, Jenny Turner on Mark Fisher.

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Adewale Maja-Pearce

‘Make Nigeria Great Again’

On one side was the incumbent, Muhammadu Buhari of the All Progressives Congress (APC), the 76-year-old former military dictator who had overthrown a democratically-elected government in the mid-1980s and was himself ousted in a palace coup two years later. On the other was the 72-year-old Atiku Abubakar, the only candidate – and there were dozens – who had any hope of unseating him. Like Buhari, Atiku is a Muslim, but less obviously devout. His personal fortune is reckoned to be $1.4 billion. The source of his wealth is the subject of speculation. More


Adam Shatz

Trump’s America, Netanyahu’s Israel

Today Israelis see no need to conceal, much less extenuate themselves for, their country’s militarism or racism. In the 1960s and 1970s, Western tourists went to Israel to take part in collective farming on kibbutzim. Police officers and soldiers now go to learn new methods of collective punishment and surveillance. For Europe’s greatest internal victims to have refined the repression of another people into a science is now regarded as an advantage rather than an embarrassing secret, or indeed a tragedy. And with Trump’s help, Zionism’s id has been emancipated from its superego. More


Susan Pedersen

What on earth was he doing?

Was Eric Hobsbawm interested in himself? Not, I think, so very much. He had a more than healthy ego and enough self-knowledge to admit it, but all his curiosity was turned outward – towards problems, politics, literatures, languages, landscapes. Never without a book, whether bound for a tutorial or the local A&E, for decades he disappeared off for tramping holidays or conferences anywhere from Catalonia to Cuba the moment term ended. One friend, on holiday in southern Italy in 1957, saw two men in a field and said to her husband: ‘But look, it’s Eric!’ And, she recalled, ‘it really was Eric, with a peasant. He was interviewing the peasant.’ More

Colm Tóibín

‘It’s curable,’ he said

Soon a routine began. A sleeping pill every night gave me rest from about 1 a.m. to 5 a.m. I woke knowing it wouldn’t be long before I heard noises in the corridor; a nurse would come to check my blood pressure and take my temperature. Then someone – often a very glamorous Asian woman – would arrive to take blood that would go to the laboratory. Then – usually between 6.30 and 7 – the oncologist would arrive, turn on the light, and ask me in a soft voice how I was. Early on, I decided that unless I was fully falling apart, I would tell him I was well. I enjoyed adding that there were ‘no issues’. I had never used the word ‘issues’ before. More

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David Bromwich

At Tate Britain
Jeremy Harding

Consider the Golden Mole
Katherine Rundell


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