Culture
The scatalogical subversive
Magritte’s work is no more socially potent than dog-mess on a doorstep
Size isn’t necessarily substance
Gatsby aside, F. Scott Fitzgerald — the Jazz-Age chronicler — is dispensable
Lana chameleon
Pitchfork was one of a whole ecosystem of taste-making blogs which laid claim to being the ones who had made del Rey
What’s the point of political art?
Art that shocks, offends, and amuses has a purpose beyond aesthetic: its existence is a testament to freedom of expression
Horrors of war
Christopher Silvester on two extraordinary films from Eastern Europe shown at the London Film Festival
Good-natured amateurishness
British musical theatre has nothing on the American slickness
How Britain really eats
Lisa Hilton enjoys a Thai feast that shows that fiery and exotic has now become mainstream
Thai feasts, muscular unionists and literary panjandrums
The Critic Narrated: Episode Four, with Lisa Hilton, Henry Hill and our Secret Author
Jugular vain
Hannah Betts artfully curates the perfect neckmess
Morning glory
Why must breakfast be a meal bereft of imagination? Felipe Fernández-Armesto offers an alternative
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The martyrdom of Young Bob
On ebbing power of the political influencer
Why has Keir Starmer been so unpopular?
He was the perfect embodiment of a failing system
Grooming gangs and the truth
We should not give ammunition to deniers of the grooming gangs scandal
How religion shapes football fandom
The meaning of football is intertwined with the meaning of faith
Babies need women
Leaving children with only men who are not their parents is foolish and dangerous
Kemi Badenoch was right about the chaos in Clapham
Rioting as entertainment is a First World phenomenon
The last ponies on the moor
Dartmoor Ponies are facing an extinction event, thanks to a government Quango
Stop ignoring the Islamisation of our democracy
The British state is bending to Islamism, not attempting to defeat it
Reclaiming Christian nationhood
Linking the Christian faith to our national identity is not radical (or American)
What Pullman gets wrong about Narnia
Philip Pullman is more like C.S. Lewis than he might think
The misfits of Middagh Street
What a bunch: gifted and impossible to live with
Too starstruck to see Marilyn’s faults
Only Some Like It Hot endures, though not because of anything Monroe does in it
Vapid slogans for the hard of thinking
Every modern university, it seems, needs a “mission statement”
Exactly my bag
Travel they say, broadens the mind. It can also empty the pockets
The man who knew too little
Faced with Mandelson, Starmer offers a bold defence: he didn’t know, and that’s what makes him blameless
Won over by a stately Italian saga
A fictional Italian president and a cinema spin-off