Articles by Sam Leith
Sam Leith / May 25, 2010
Any political elite finds itself defined not only by policies but also by cultural objects and styles. Cameron and Clegg are top table dressed as middle management
Sam Leith / May 20, 2010
Few authors are funnier than Jonathan Coe, and his latest book is as sharp as ever. But its attempt to redefine the state-of the-nation novel is too contrived
Sam Leith / April 26, 2010
Malcolm McLaren wasn’t avant garde—he was a quaint dandy whose passing has filled me with yearning for old-school bollocks
Sam Leith / March 19, 2010
Costume dramas used to announce themselves as such. Now they’re disguised as soap operas, comedy dramas and art films
Sam Leith / February 24, 2010
More strange stories from the world of Pete Doherty surface. But he’s neither tragic nor demonic: the truth is sadder and simpler
Sam Leith / January 27, 2010
Given what technology can now achieve, the enduring crapness of airplanes must serve some psychological purpose. Mustn’t it?
Sam Leith / December 16, 2009
Why do celebrity chefs tell us how to cook Christmas lunch every year? Well, it’s all a big literary-theoretical experiment
Sam Leith / November 18, 2009
Our fascination with horror films reflects the anxiety of the middle classes—caught between proletariat zombies and vampire toffs
Sam Leith / October 21, 2009
What happens to your body after you’re dead is none of your business. To stop the needless daily deaths, we need your organs
Sam Leith / September 23, 2009
Forty years on, Monty Python is often called the most influential British comedy ever. In fact, it had almost no influence at all