London Review of Books
Two cheers for the LRB
The magazine that declares its main aim is to review books does anything but
Life gets worse for verse
Poetry has been put through the academic wringer and obfuscated by jargon
Who let the dons out?
Leave literary reviews to reviewers rather than score-settling academics
Red pill, blue pill
Is The Matrix best judged as cinema or cultural phenomenon?
Beating the wrong drum
The dogmatic insistence that unionists are being pushed towards a united Ireland
Vienna’s hapless missing link
Zemlinsky’s music is arresting and his ideas fertile and diverse, but he often goes unnoticed
A classic work of unbridled joy
This is the best popular edition ever produced of one of the most amusing books in our language
The Diary of Dilyn the Dog
As told to Robert Hutton
A special place in hell
Why the “special relationship” needs to end
Disunited kingdom – and all the better for it
Boris Johnson’s ‘one great indivisible United Kingdom’ is neither one, nor indivisible, nor united
Afternoon delights
Alexander Larman reports from a half-liberated, half-imprisoned world
Fifty years of easy money
Having gold as an anchor may not be perfect, but it does prevent the enormous expansion of public debt
No place for women in art
If there’s one thing that unites elite British artists today, it’s that they’re all performatively woke or shamefully silent