What He Can’t Say

A new era for the New Statesman

We were founded in 1913 as a weekly review of politics and literature, and remain so. Only now we…

Kemi Badenoch sinks further into the mire

What was the Tory leader doing on stage with the comedian Matt Forde? It was a deep mystery.

Geoff Dyer’s English journey

The writer on family, class and life lessons from a decade in America.

Inside Trump’s Oval Office

Also this week: The secrets of the president’s success, and a reliable diplomatic asset: my loyal Ambassa-Dog.

Robert Jenrick as Judge Dredd

Your weekly dose of gossip from around Westminster.

Letter of the week: Building Britain’s future

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Laughing at the populist right is not a political strategy

The civil wars within Maga and Reform UK only show how dangerous they are.

Syria may be broken, but it’s energised by hope

The famous ice cream store, Bakdash, was packed, as it was when I visited in 2008.

Los Angeles, Donald Trump and the moronic inferno

With Elon Musk exiled from government, the president is free to enact the wildest fever dreams of the American…

Blind support for Israel has muzzled Bari Weiss’s Free Press

The publication’s ideology prevents it from adequately covering Trump’s failures.

Australia is no model for assisted dying

There is more dissent in the country – where assisted dying is legal – than MPs in the UK…

Talking to strangers enriches our lives in countless ways

Public spaces are for making contact – and making contact is how we survive this world together.

The ghost of Muriel Spark

In her work and life the writer was obsessed with biography – but when she authorised her own she…

English literature’s last stand

Stefan Collini’s new book explores why such a prestigious academic discipline finds itself on the margins of modern society.

How Russia became a franchise of the Wagner Group

Yevgeny Prigozhin’s coup was the beginning, not the end of a new age of mercenary conflict.

Bruce Springsteen faces the end of America

Donald Trump stole the Boss’s fans. Can the veteran rock star still reach them?

Swiping left on Mr Darcy

Jane Austen Wrecked My Life is too saccharine to reverse the slow death of the romcom.

The Gold loses its shine

The second series dramatising the aftermath of the 1983 Brink’s-Mat heist is solid but tends towards the grandiose.

Beyoncé brings rodeo to London

The popstar’s country-music transformation is complete.

Poetry doesn’t only exist on the page

Many of the poems I write are primarily for al fresco locations.

My preferred medium for children’s education: musical theatre

When my stepdaughters want to know where the songs I’m humming come from, the history lessons begin.

Egad, I am now so old I remember hat sizes

And use words like egad.

The rise of the west

Dalston’s identikit wine bars were the chosen destination in 2018. Now it’s W10’s turn.

Rugby league’s knighthood is a long-overdue recognition of the sport

Billy Boston shows that excellence can come from Tiger Bay, Cardiff, as much as it can from the Home…

This England: High-class larceny

This column – which, though named after a line in Shakespeare’s “Richard II”, refers to the whole of Britain…

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April 1977: The New Statesman’s former editor Paul Johnson froths at James Callaghan’s pact with the Liberal Party.