David Hockney
The last of the fine arts
Hockney insisted on doing exactly as he pleased — and his cigarettes were as much a part of his artistic philosophy as his paintbrush.
Can public art ever be any good?
Nobody could accuse Hockney of over-exerting himself
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We should not give ammunition to deniers of the grooming gangs scandal
Why has Keir Starmer been so unpopular?
He was the perfect embodiment of a failing system
Babies need women
Leaving children with only men who are not their parents is foolish and dangerous
Stop ignoring the Islamisation of our democracy
The British state is bending to Islamism, not attempting to defeat it
The screaming spires
Oxford University must clarify where it stands on academic freedom
The battle between sacred and profane
When the divine law appears to clash with our sense of justice, can it truly be considered divine?
New model Auntie
David Elstein spells out the big decisions that Matt Brittin, the BBC’s new director-general, needs to make very quickly in order to save the Corporation
How procedure is enabling petty criminals
We should support workers who confront criminals
Defending liberalism from its defenders
Liberalism should mean anything but a more interventionist state
Losing control of the narrative
The British establishment no longer sets the terms of public debate over migration
No, the King has not converted
A bizarre conspiracy theory
that Charles III is a Muslim is
easily shown to be false
The games we play
Richard Holt’s sweeping survey of sporting history shows how games, from cricket to boxing, became one of Britain’s most durable cultural languages
Jorge Luis Borges
A giant of Spanish letters who was forged by childhood exposure to his father’s vast English library
