Sarah Moss
The coronavirus variations
Here are three of our most praised writers with new offerings written during one or more lockdowns and that also take in the pandemic in their subject matter
Small, but perfectly formed
John Self examines three varied, emotionally satisfying novels that together come in at less than the length of a single Mantel
Idiot voters
Badenoch’s team aren’t idiots. Not like the voters
Food for thoughtlessness
The march of the public health puritans continues
In defence of hereditary peers
Starmer’s spiteful plan for the Lords breaks an important intergenerational contract
A beguiling star who loved melodrama
Taylor’s hunger for money, flashy gizmos and flashier gewgaws found its echo in Burton’s need to forsake the classics
A festival of losing
Will the Republic of Ireland ever face up to its problems?
Don’t Cry for Me, Diego Garcia
A small island is in trouble, foreigners are probably up to no good, and the Tories are yomping to the rescue
Why won’t Chris Whitty go away?
He lingers on — a slap-headed Rasputin whispering terrible ideas into the ears of our leaders
The right-on, left-wing oppressors
A flaw in the design of academic studies makes the Left appear less authoritarian than the Right
Only the truly privileged can be cultural relativists
It is easy not to judge appalling cultural practices from a distance
Was Houellebecq right?
Reassessing the French novelist vilified for forecasting the Islamicisation of France
When America ignored a slaughter
Whatever America’s flaws, its absence from the global stage leaves a space quickly filled by far more malevolent actors
