New Statesman
My righteous anger
According to the ancient proverb, if you sit by the river for long enough you will see the body of…
Roger Scruton: A year in which much was lost – but more gained
January My 2018 ended with a hate storm, in response to my appointment as chair of the government’s Building…
The Scruton tapes: an anatomy of a modern hit job
Sometimes a scandal is not just a scandal, but a biopsy of a society. So it is with the assault…
Roger Scruton: Should I forgive the journalist who got me fired?
I travel back from London with the St Matthew Passion filling my head, after the moving performance from the Elysian…
True grit
As literary editor of the Sunday Times in the early 1980s, when the rest of the editorial staff routinely papered…
The hatred that Amis and Corbyn share
Everyone loves an underdog. It doesn’t matter how incompetent they might be — indeed, incompetence works in their favour. You…
‘A screaming, grievance-hawking shambles’
Welcome to feminism in the age of intersectionality
Life in the Augean stables
What, really, is a literary education for? What’s the point of it? How, precisely, does it help when you’re another…
