Part of Rodrigo Paz Pereira’s success in the Bolivian presidential election lies with his choice of running mate, Edmand Lara, a forty-year-old lawyer and former police captain in Santa Cruz, who was raised in a small town in Cochabamba. He became famous for his TikTok videos about police corruption, and knows how to speak a different language from that of either the middle-class doctores or the coca growers’ leaders.
The obvious utility for metal-organic frameworks – always a concern for the Nobel committee, especially in chemistry, especially in recent years – is to use their vast surface to capture and store other molecules: water or carbon in the air; pollutants in the environment; drugs or toxins in the body. There are startups and clinical trials exploring these uses, but nothing yet at scale. That said, they are unquestionably fascinating materials.
The regional psychiatric hospital on the outskirts of Odesa serves a population of around 2.5 million. It’s surrounded by a high wall; the way in is through a set of rusty gates. It was purpose-built in 1892. When Frantz Fanon visited psychiatric hospitals in the Soviet Union in 1960, he remarked that ‘you’re watched everywhere there’ and ‘even the toilets have no doors.’
D’Angelo on stage at Brixton Academy in 2000 (Alamy / Andy Paradise)
D’Angelo, that Pentecostal preacher’s son, the man Robert Christgau called ‘R&B Jesus’, has died, and, with him, a way of seeing and interpreting the world has been withdrawn. Every one of his records was rapturous. There are few people with a singing voice as sensitive, as patient, as sensuous.
Global Progress Action was in London at the end of last month, filling Methodist Central Hall with politicians and think tankers of broadly defined ‘progressive’ politics from around the world. On the day, there was airport-style security, and everyone you didn’t recognise was the former prime minister of Sweden. Morgan McSweeney floated about on a protective cloud of staff as Rihanna’s ‘Umbrella’ played softly through the speakers.
Just after 5 a.m. on Wednesday, 8 October, Israeli forces had illegally boarded us in international waters, at roughly the same longitude as Port Said, Egypt. It was our twelfth day at sea in a forty-foot sailing boat, with medical aid and baby formula packed in the stern cabin and cockpit locker.
Last Monday, three judges at the International Criminal Court in The Hague delivered their verdict on Ali Abdelrahman Kushayb: guilty on 27 counts of war crimes and crimes against humanity, committed in Darfur, Sudan, during 2003 and 2004. It was an exemplary case, meticulously prepared and presented. It took three and a half years from the opening session to the verdict. Seventy-eight witnesses gave evidence in court. Stacks of documents were presented and pored over. I was the first witness, summoned in April 2022 by both the prosecution and the defence – an unusual arrangement in a tribunal based on the adversarial system – to help the court establish agreed facts about the background to the case and the conflict in Darfur.