Satire
Don’t worry, novelists are still envious and bitter
Unlike Douglas Murray, John Self thinks the satirical novel isn’t dead
Satire needs to find new targets
There are still plenty of institutions worth mocking
The fascism of POG-shaming
Mussolini may have had his flaws, but at least he didn’t diet
Of men and birds
John Self reviews Enter The Aardvark by Jessica Anthony
Why vaccines are deeply racist
Already, the virus has been renamed “Covid-19” in a flagrant attempt at dehumanisation
The real pandemic
The last thing we need is a future generation who can think for themselves
The implied fascist
Roland Elliott Brown reviews How to be a Fascist by Michela Murgia
The problem of the poor…
Titania McGrath’s considers the working class
Block Boris!
There is a risk that if Boris Johnson receives the most votes he might actually win. This is unacceptable
Painting by numbers
Alexander Adams counts the cost of female artistic success
How Britain fell in love with cars
From Wind in the Willows to Wodehouse, cars captured the imagination
A masterpiece in miniature
Taneyev, Schumann: Piano quintets (Signum)
The menopause is no joke
It is time to stop being so facetious about women’s health
Their transition too (w/ Emma B)
Children are not secondary characters in their parents’ story
Four women seers in a time of strife
Eilenberger’s design is to present philosophy outside the lecture theatre in its life-transforming power
The passage from India
The failings of Bazball, like the failings of Britain, are becoming more apparent
Preaching to a dwindling choir
Once the default denomination of tycoons and the WASP elite, America’s Episcopal Church is struggling
Bevis Marks Synagogue
Britain’s oldest purpose-built synagogue faces a new, more insidious threat
And the band played on
Cash crisis in the arts — what’s new?
Taking Pride
If sexual orientation is not a choice and therefore nothing to be ashamed of, then it can be nothing to be proud of either
Fire and ice
Klopp is the air-punching booming-laugh extrovert; Guardiola the turtleneck-wearing, obsessively professorial introvert
