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J.D. Vance’s Conversion

James Butler

Almost no politician​ writes his own books, and few people actually read them. J.D. Vance is different. Trump’s vice president was a writer before he was a politician, and brought a writer’s vices with him: a titanic but fragile ego, limitless self-interest and thirst for adulation, an unsleeping vigilance for any slight. Hillbilly Elegy, Vance’s first book, published in...

 

An Uncomplicated Man

Emily Wilson

Christopher Nolan’s $250 million action movie version of Homer’s ancient Greek poem is an entertaining way to hide from the high temperatures for a few hours. Nolan’s trademark jumps and twists in the narrative structure are relatively easy to follow, and appropriate for The Odyssey, a narrative of tales nested in tales. My teenagers had a good time. Unlike some of...

 

What do Neets need?

William Davies

Theteenager was born, it’s sometimes said, in America in the mid-1950s, when Little Richard released ‘Tutti Frutti’ and Elvis appeared on the Ed Sullivan Show. Thirty years later, the Thatcher government made a less exuberant contribution to the way the transition to adulthood is imagined. A new type of policy problem had come to light in the form of the working-age youth...

 

A Renaissance Diary

Erin Maglaque

Onemorning in October 1552, Felix Platter left his hometown of Basel for Montpellier, where he was to study medicine. He was fifteen years old. Things started to happen to him, and he wrote them down in his Tagebuch, his daybook. When Felix was an old man – an important physician and intellectual in Basel – he reworked that teenage diary into a longer memoir, filling in his...

From the blog

Save the CCA

Helen Charman

14 August 2026

The entire contents of the Centre for Contemporary Arts in Glasgow were auctioned off by a commercial asset sales company on 30 July. In the days leading up to the sale, it was promoted in the Herald as an exciting opportunity to ‘purchase a major piece’ of Glasgow’s ‘creative heritage’. But the heritage of a civic arts centre belongs to the community it serves.

At Charleston

Hogarth Press

Dennis Duncan

On or about​ December 2015, along with my friends Adam and Gill, I bought a cast-iron table-top printing press from the early 20th century. It was only really large enough to print pamphlets, but it was still the heaviest thing I had ever lifted, in size and shape not unlike the anvils that used to fall on Wile E. Coyote. It was also almost identical to the table-top press that Leonard and...

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On Catherine Breillat

Anahid Nersessian

In the final minutes​ of Catherine Breillat’s film Fat Girl (2001), a man breaks the windshield of a car with an axe. Inside are a woman and her two young daughters, Elena and Anaïs; they have pulled over to sleep. Elena is killed by a single blow to the head and her mother is strangled. Anaïs, who watches the murders with unsettling detachment, her fear betrayed only by the...

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Maximum Pressure

Tony Wood

If every accusation is a confession, then the US State Department report released on 20 July, which describes Cuba as ‘the capital of 21st-century communism’, must rank as one of the most deranged self-denunciations on record. Across its hundred pages, the report paints Cuba as the centre of hemispheric subversion, bent on destroying the United States through a ‘long war of...

 

The Cult of Kim

Ed Pulford

North Korea​ is an anomaly. Its GDP per capita is at least thirty times smaller than South Korea’s, but it is also an industrialised, predominantly urban society with near total literacy and many more doctors and teachers than the other states below 150th place in global wealth rankings. This seeming contradiction is the product of historical contingencies often at odds with the...

From the archive

On Not Going Home

James Wood

When I left this country 18 years ago, I didn’t know how strangely departure would obliterate return: how could I have done? It’s one of time’s lessons, and can only be learned temporally. What is peculiar, even a little bitter, about living for so many years away from the country of my birth, is the slow revelation that I made a large choice a long time ago that did not resemble a large choice at the time; that it has taken years for me to see this; and that this process of retrospective comprehension in fact constitutes a life – is indeed how life is lived. Freud has a wonderful word, ‘afterwardness’, which I need to borrow, even at the cost of kidnapping it from its very different context. To think about home and the departure from home, about not going home and no longer feeling able to go home, is to be filled with a remarkable sense of ‘afterwardness’: it is too late to do anything about it now, and too late to know what should have been done. And that may be all right.

From the archive

Between Worlds

Edward Said

In the first book I wrote, Joseph Conrad and the Fiction of Autobiography, published more than thirty years ago, and then in an essay called ‘Reflections on Exile’ that appeared in 1984, I used Conrad as an example of someone whose life and work seemed to typify the fate of the wanderer who becomes an accomplished writer in an acquired language, but can never shake off his sense of alienation from his new – that is, acquired – and, in Conrad’s rather special case, admired home. His friends all said of Conrad that he was very contented with the idea of being English, even though he never lost his heavy Polish accent and his quite peculiar moodiness, which was thought to be very un-English. Yet the moment one enters his writing the aura of dislocation, instability and strangeness is unmistakable. No one could represent the fate of lostness and disorientation better than he did, and no one was more ironic about the effort of trying to replace that condition with new arrangements and accommodations – which invariably lured one into further traps, such as those Lord Jim encounters when he starts life again on his little island. Marlow enters the heart of darkness to discover that Kurtz was not only there before him but is also incapable of telling him the whole truth; so that, in narrating his own experiences, Marlow cannot be as exact as he would have liked, and ends up producing approximations and even falsehoods of which both he and his listeners seem quite aware.’‘

 

Miniaturised Universe

T.J. Clark

Whatever depiction​ was in the beginning, 37,000 years ago on the walls of the Chauvet cave, it wasn’t much like this essay’s first illustration. All-over lighting? Fixed point of view? Darkness all but dispersed? I don’t think so. But bear with the high resolution while I justify my choice of opening noun.

‘Depiction’ is a strong term. The word, as distinct...

 

Cyanotypes

Gaby Wood

Cyanotype of Sphaerococcus coronopifolius from ‘Photographs of British Algae’ (1843).

Like many people​ who keep meaning to get round to things, William Henry Fox Talbot was disheartened to discover, early in 1839, that a rival had claimed credit for something he’d been experimenting with for years. On 7 January, it was announced to the Académie des Sciences in...

 

Tennyson’s Scientific Imagination

Peter Howarth

In February​ 1840, Edward FitzGerald came home to find Alfred Tennyson installed on the sofa, grimy and stinking of tobacco. He was in a bad way, argumentative and restless; his griping was so incessant that FitzGerald asked him to call ‘a truce’ on his complaints. As was his habit, Tennyson stayed for a few days, and then disappeared, perhaps going back to Epping Forest, where...

Diary

In the Frame

Chloe Diski

What​ does the perfect psychoanalytic consulting room look like? Should it resemble the compact, underground rooms of the London Clinic at the Institute of Psychoanalysis, where the minds of patient and analyst are brought close together and perhaps, at times, exist as one grey matter? Or should more space be added?

A few months ago, I began to think about where I wanted to spend my working...

Close Readings 2026

On the Close Readings podcast, longstanding LRB contributors explore a literary period or theme through a selection of key works.

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The 2026 LRB Autumn Lecture in NYC: Lydia Davis on Marcus Aurelius

Wednesday 28 October at the New School

Lydia Davis will reflect on some of the concepts of the Stoic philosophers, especially the Roman emperor Marcus Aurelius. She will associate these concepts with the ideas conveyed by other texts, including some of the English sonnets, and will also describe her attempts to try out the ideas of the Stoics on the vagaries of her own daily life.

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