The Critics
The welcome sound of silence
For three days I listened to nothing but birdsong, marvelling at the variety and the volume
The gossip must go on
Lockdown tales from our showbusiness mole
Artemisia will be worth the wait
A unique art exhibition awaits an audience
Lifetimes of self-isolation
Composing in seclusion
Lockdown Cinema
Staying frosty in plague times
We have been here before
A 1970s drama played on a nagging sense that modern life was fragile
Online drama can be a hit
Some of the shortcomings of the theatre turn to benefits in digital translation
The only thing to do is dance
When things are desperate, you don’t want to be the audience, you want to be the show
Wildest dreamland
It’s the perfect medium for the End Times, unequalled in its devotion to doom
Welcome to the unfrozen North
How Canada reinvented its musical prowess
Look on our works, ye voters, and despair
Nothing beside remains except the colossal wreck of the Tory Party
Advertisements for themselves
Michael Craig-Martin and the sad afterlife of conceptual art
The Age of Coles
The former vicar is perfectly suited for the Starmer years
St. Vincent
The acclaim is excessive but the talent undeniable
Subscribe to save the BBC
A radical new solution to the problem of the BBC’s outmoded licence fee that could ensure more high-quality programming
Sinn Féin sullied the cenotaph
Apologists for terrorism should have had nothing to do with Remembrance Sunday
Leader of the year™
Might match-fixing explain Kemi Badenoch’s questions at PMQs?
The first female President will be Republican
American conservatives are far less averse to assertive women than the political left
The state Will Hutton is in
Dissecting a spiteful attack on British farmers
Bants means bans
Scarcely any football chants will be allowed under Labour’s new “equality” rules
Stick ‘em up
Has the culture war been won?
