30 July 2016
Our politicians still cannot accept the reality of Islamic terrorism
We are enduring a summer of terror, but our leaders are in denial
Now the persecution of Christians is coming to Europe
The tycoon has plenty of shady Russian connections
Prestige novel adaptations are a big British export. Why can’t we show a bit more imagination about what to adapt?
Notes On... ice cream
Also in Barometer: the Olympics in numbers, and is there such a thing as the silly season?
Cut off from reality, his faction is mesmerised by shadow puppets
Is UK law supreme over EU law, can the UK make its own trade deals, and will Parliament control our immigration policy?
Also in the Spectator’s Notes: in praise of the European Central Bank; and why Scotland did NOT vote Remain
‘Augmented reality’ games are self-inflicted psychosis
Also in Any Other Business: are these our start-up unicorns, and which is the Ministry of Posh?
The teenager murdered for his Timberlands and the grandmother for her cheap TV set are among many shocking casualties witnessed by Del Quentin Wilber as he tails the homicide squad
A whole new league of parental craziness is revealed in Leve’s account of the violent rages and mood swings of her crude, narcissistic, irresponsible mother
Paul Morley — though convinced he’s the pop Boswell for the job — has produced a rushed, repetitive, shambolic biography of his hero
Jonathan Ames’s darkly humorous novella of the (literal) smashing of American child-traffickers is exceptionally well done, says Sam Leith
Illuminated manuscripts are the best record we have of the elation of colour in the art of the middle ages, as this new Fitzwilliam Museum exhibition shows
Take a slow Italian train to far-flung Reggio di Calabria and there you will find the Riace Bronzes, a glimpse of what ancient Greek art at the highest level was truly like
Plus: why state-run theatres should commission dramatists who can write plays rather than ex-dramatists like Caryl Churchill who can’t – or won’t
EDM DJs rarely succumb to drug death and misadventure. They just turn up, do their thing and get paid like the cynical, corporate shills they are
Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing is stripped bare by Berlioz for this opéra comique, which in Laurent Pelly’s production is long on beauty, short on the grit and grunts of real love
To describe this story as multilayered doesn't do it justice. This isn't the peeling back of an onion; it's the peeling back a whole sack of onions
Plus: living with ebola and why radio is one of our great exports
Plus: an utterly charming film with Keith Richards behaving like a genial old grandad and how Brian Wilson made Pet Sounds
Team Domenica is about helping people in need, not self-promoting celebrities
Free pizza and desperate, starving people are a dangerous combination
Also: a troublesome day at the spa, and how to keep estranged daughters on your side
Beloved of the Twitterati, this tired exclamation should be firmly eschewed