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Botanic Macaroni

Steven Shapin

What made the Vikings tick?

Tom Shippey

In the Lab

Rupert Beale

Will there be a Brexit deal?

Anand Menon

Short Cuts: Under New Management

Rory Scothorne


Bridget Alsdorf

Sarah Moss

Blake Morrison

Poem: ‘Country Music’

Ange Mlinko

On the Trail of Garibaldi

Tim Parks

Art Lessons

Peter Campbell

You’ll like it when you get there

Tom Crewe

Early Kermode

Stefan Collini

‘The Vanishing Half’

Joanna Biggs

At the Movies: ‘The Truth’

Michael Wood

The Suitcase: Part Two

Frances Stonor Saunders

Poem: ‘Siri U’

Jorie Graham

Diary: Getting into Esports

John Lanchester


The Letter

He stooped to assess
The scrap of paper drenched with
Rain and dried by wind,

An ending: ‘One can
Love anything, so how much
Better it was you.’


While they all went off
To France and to Italy
She stayed on the moon,

Ankled in white dust,
Walking down the craters and
Sleeping by earth light.


Shakespeare looked in the
Glass and saw a seller of
Gloves, so moved to where

All men act what they
Are, or are not, or might be:
But the words are true.


He was grateful for
The illusions that held him
Steady all his life

As a cage with straw
Keeps an animal breathing
Through the long winter.


I like, she said in
Passing, to evoke turmoil,
And what could be more

Evocative than
This? – with which she stepped over
The near parapet.


During the bad time
He found he was reading to
Get the book finished

Each book he opened
Was either alien or
Simply too well known.

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