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If Jeremy Corbyn gets in, then I’m out

6 October 2018 9:00 am

To London for much too brief a visit: a marriage, lunch with Commodore Tim Hoare, and a look-see for a…

Whatever happened to Girl Power?

14 April 2018 9:00 am

Why has a generation of women decided they’re oppressed?

Witty gun-slingers, exhibitionist aggro-mongering and a new low... Edinburgh Fringe roundup

26 August 2017 9:00 am

Truman Capote should have been called Truman Persons. His father, Archulus, abbreviated his first name and introduced himself as Arch…

Spiteful, cynical, structurally flawed – why on earth are critics raving about Gloria?

1 July 2017 9:00 am

Hand it to the Americans. They know how to hype a young talent to death. The latest to be asphyxiated…

Why is turning 40 so traumatic for a single female New Yorker?

6 May 2017 9:00 am

In an early chapter of All Grown Up, the narrator Andrea says to her therapist: ‘Why is being single the…

Goodbye, sweet first editor: remembering Alexander Chancellor

4 February 2017 9:00 am

When I saw an email from Lucy, the lady who has the unenviable task of editing my copy each week,…

Donald the Elephant’s days are numbered

28 January 2017 9:00 am

I keep finding myself singing ‘Nellie the elephant’ who, packing her trunk and saying goodbye to the circus, went off…

How Radio 4 made it possible for people to talk to the dead

27 August 2016 9:00 am

One of the weirdest responses when someone close to you dies is the gradual realisation that now at last you…

President Obama’s ‘secret’ lunch was no secret to me

29 October 2015 9:00 am

The Metropolitan Club in Washington is so close to the White House that President Obama chose to walk there for…

Sidney Blumenthal: peddler of tired old clichés about British politics

12 September 2015 9:00 am

I remember Sidney Blumenthal from my time in Washington in the late 1980s when I was there as the first…

The fraught business of seat surrender

2 May 2015 9:00 am

I remember the first time that someone stood up and offered me a seat on the London Underground. It was…

An Episcopalian vicar made me warm to the principle of women joining gentlemen’s clubs

21 March 2015 9:00 am

In 1993, when I was living in Manhattan working for the New Yorker magazine, I was chosen as ‘distinguished visitor’…

I’ve been sacked more times than I can exactly remember. It teaches you nothing

7 March 2015 9:00 am

The Oldie magazine — of which, until otherwise advised, I appear to be the editor — runs an occasional article…