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Berlin Diary

Adam Shatz

On my first day as a fellow at the American Academy in Berlin, in the middle of January, one of the other new arrivals, a German woman who’s lived in the States for three decades, remarked that the view of Lake Wannsee was stunning from the dining room of the villa where the fellows stay, and would only be more beautiful in the spring. ‘As a Jew,’ another fellow replied,...

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In Belfast

Naoise Dolan

19 August 2025

Virtually everything the UK does regarding Palestine makes it the Republic’s ugly friend: almost anyone would look good standing next to it. But Dublin is hideous in its own right. We let US military planes that may be carrying arms to Israel pass through Shannon Airport without inspection. Our Central Bank grants regulatory approval to Israeli war bonds for sale across the EU. 

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The I in Me

Thomas Nagel

What are you, really? To the rest of the world you appear as a particular human being, a publicly observable organism with a complex biological and social history and a name. But to yourself, more intimately, you appear as ‘I’, the mental subject of your experiences, thoughts, feelings, memories and emotions. This inner self is only indirectly observable by others, though they...

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Plausible Deniability

Stefan Tarnowski

18 August 2025

From the sieges within the siege, Palestinian journalists are smeared as terrorists and assassinated by airstrike. Even when their reports reach Western media, Palestinian journalists are systematically denied the right to be credible and authoritative about the fact of the genocide they face. Palestinians must be verified.

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A Memoir

Edward Said

In the first book I wrote, Joseph Conrad and the Fiction of Autobiography, published more than thirty years ago, and then in an essay called ‘Reflections on Exile’ that appeared in 1984, I used Conrad as an example of someone whose life and work seemed to typify the fate of the wanderer who becomes an accomplished writer in an acquired language, but can never shake off his sense of alienation from his new – that is, acquired – and, in Conrad’s rather special case, admired home. His friends all said of Conrad that he was very contented with the idea of being English, even though he never lost his heavy Polish accent and his quite peculiar moodiness, which was thought to be very un-English. Yet the moment one enters his writing the aura of dislocation, instability and strangeness is unmistakable. No one could represent the fate of lostness and disorientation better than he did, and no one was more ironic about the effort of trying to replace that condition with new arrangements and accommodations – which invariably lured one into further traps, such as those Lord Jim encounters when he starts life again on his little island. Marlow enters the heart of darkness to discover that Kurtz was not only there before him but is also incapable of telling him the whole truth; so that, in narrating his own experiences, Marlow cannot be as exact as he would have liked, and ends up producing approximations and even falsehoods of which both he and his listeners seem quite aware.’‘

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Back to the Rectory

Patricia Lockwood

Isaw​ the end of it then, I mean the end of it as it was, as my mother told the story of my father’s sudden deafness. The turn towards the deer in the snow, two pairs of black eyes, the earplugs falling out soundlessly, the shot – then the line on his hearing chart falling off a cliff at a thousand decibels.

It was our first visit to Kansas City since before the election and the...

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David Graeber’s Innovations

Richard Seymour

When​ David Graeber left academia in 2005, he had no intention of going back. His contract had been cancelled by Yale, supposedly after colleagues objected to his tardiness – though he suspected the real reason was that he had stood up for a student organiser whom the authorities wanted rid of. One of the brightest anthropologists of his generation, he scorned his peers on the way out....

 

Assad and the Alawites

Loubna Mrie

On​ 6 March, a unit of the Syrian state police conducted a ‘combing operation’ in a village near the coastal city of Jableh. They were searching for local commanders loyal to the former regime of Bashar al-Assad, who they suspected were hiding out in the hills. When they got back to Jableh, the police were ambushed and at least sixteen killed. In response, Hay’at Tahrir...

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On Not Going Home

James Wood

When I left this country 18 years ago, I didn’t know how strangely departure would obliterate return: how could I have done? It’s one of time’s lessons, and can only be learned temporally. What is peculiar, even a little bitter, about living for so many years away from the country of my birth, is the slow revelation that I made a large choice a long time ago that did not resemble a large choice at the time; that it has taken years for me to see this; and that this process of retrospective comprehension in fact constitutes a life – is indeed how life is lived. Freud has a wonderful word, ‘afterwardness’, which I need to borrow, even at the cost of kidnapping it from its very different context. To think about home and the departure from home, about not going home and no longer feeling able to go home, is to be filled with a remarkable sense of ‘afterwardness’: it is too late to do anything about it now, and too late to know what should have been done. And that may be all right.

 

On Resistance

Adam Phillips

The removal of resistances can mean the final loss of the individuality of the person concerned . . . It is really only the psychoanalysts who respect resistances and see in them the unconscious struggle of the person to find himself.

D.W. Winnicott, ‘Leucotomy’

Never before​ has the word ‘resistance’ felt at once more imperative and more difficult to imagine and...

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On Rosa Luxemburg

Jacqueline Rose

On the occasion of the publication of a reader of her work by Duke University Press and of this essay, Paul Myerscough interviewed Jacqueline Rose in front of an audience at the London Review Bookshop. An audio recording of the interview can be found here.

We live in revolutionary times. I cannot imagine now what it would have been like to be thinking about Rosa Luxemburg if the revolutions...

 

Planet Phosphorus

James Vincent

Just six elements​ are always necessary for the formation of life as we know it: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen, phosphorus and sulphur. Collectively, they are known by the clumsy, vaguely pharaonic acronym CHNOPS (though I prefer the more memorable SPONCH) and together they comprise 99 per cent of human body mass. Of these six ingredients, phosphorus is the least abundant and the most...

Close Readings 2025

On the Close Readings podcast, longstanding LRB contributors explore a literary period or theme through a selection of key works. Catch up on our four series running in 2025: Conversations in Philosophy, Fiction and the Fantastic, Love and Death, and Novel Approaches. New episodes are released every Monday.

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LRB 45s

Were marking the paper’s 45th anniversary with a limited edition series of 45 rpm vinyl singles, drawing on our rich archive of poems.

Volume 1 contains ‘Byron at Sixty-Five’, a typically inventive and witty dramatic monologue by Edwin Morgan; ‘Requiem for Mohammad al-Dura’, an elegy by the Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish; and ‘To 2040’, the title poem from Jorie Graham’s latest collection.

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