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CONTRIBUTORS

PORTRAIT OF THE WEEK

DIARY

Will Burnham crack and call an election?

THE SPECTATOR’S NOTES

Class warfare • The dire consequences of Labour’s battle against private schools

‘He’s either the Messiah – or the Antichrist’ • On the Clacton campaign trail with Nigel Farage

Get over your imposter syndrome

Spell bound • Is there really such a thing as a sporting curse?

Blazing stupidity • Don’t blame climate change for moorland wildfires

BAROMETER

BOOKSELLER’S NOTEBOOK

Tax the poor

Live and let die • Death positivity is all the rage

Labour’s Gaza problem • Burnham must walk a tightrope when it comes to Israel

It’s the ideology, stupid

All at sea • The Royal Navy has been disastrously neglected

LETTERS

Proud to pay, Gary? Here’s how to be a truly patriotic millionaire

BOOKS & ARTS

An immense conundrum • Nicholas Shakespeare discovers how little he really knew his friend Mario Vargas Llosa

Reflections on the writing life

Confused memories

Nature’s freeloaders

Grief on the reef

The tables turn

The runaway mother

The lure of the red planet

Creepy cute

Poem after Three Words by Anne Truitt, Sculptor (1921-2004)

Just eat your greens

Into the woods

Worth the detour

Culture wars • Will Unesco last another 80 years – and does it deserve to, asks Alex Diggins

Splitting headache

Aussie rules

On your Marx…

Sweet nothings

Joy ride

Living the high life

Plastic plants

No life

Dog’s life

Still life

Fast life

Confidence

As you liken it

2763: Set in London

Common perfection

DEAR MARY YOUR PROBLEMS SOLVED

SPECTATOR WINE

Will no one think of the vines?

The Battle for Britain

Sweat the small stuff, Mr Burnham

Beyond Manchester

We want Andy’s dad-core vibe

Wood’s words