All published writing, in reverse chronological order.
Andy Burnham has now been Prime Minister for longer than Liz Truss managed, and on Tuesday he told the Commons what he believes in. It came to lower bus fares and the evils of Margaret Thatcher. Bruce Anderson on hope without realism, an unquiet ghost, and a golden goose that is a migratory bird.
A young reporter on the Hemel Hempstead Gazette was sent out on 'the silver round' — knocking on the doors of the newly bereaved to borrow the photograph on the mantelpiece. Bruce Anderson on Anthony Holden's nightmares, seven deaths near Middlesbrough, and boys who think they are immortal.
An amusing rogue has died. Peter Snape was a West Bromwich MP for 27 years, a stalwart of the Whips' office who was never quite convicted of dirty tricks but often came close. Bruce Anderson remembers a sound patriot, a piece of doggerel at Roy Hattersley's expense, and one memorable telephone call.
Nicola Sturgeon knew nothing — not in the ordinary way that ordinary people do not know things, but in a higher, purer, more disciplined sense. George Scott on strategic incuriosity, constitutional amnesia, and the motorhome that somehow never prompted a question.
It was time to drop the 'almost.' Jason Arday is dead, and within hours the race relations industry had found its villain. Bruce Anderson argues that he was indeed a victim of discrimination and bigotry — the positive discrimination that elevated him beyond what he could sustain, and the soft bigotry of low expectations.
From electoral comedy in Clacton to academic farce in Cambridge. Had the Arday affair been offered as a novel, the publisher would have sent the author away to look up 'verisimilitude'. Bruce Anderson on a CV that should not have survived five minutes' scrutiny — and what DEI ought to stand for.
So what does Clacton mean? It could have been much worse for Nigel Farage — a respectable 63% and a turnout that defied the heat. But Daniel Greenberg will not be deflected, and £5 million is a significant sum. Bruce Anderson on a cheeky chappie, a likeable chap, and a Tory leader who is just starting.
Bridget Phillipson was a spiteful class warrior who took it as a compliment. Andy Burnham has found someone worse. Bruce Anderson on Lucy Powell, the assault on Michael Gove's reforms, and a million young people with nothing to show for their schooling.
The first in an occasional series. There has never been a more unquiet political grave. Bruce Anderson remembers writing speeches for Margaret Thatcher — exhausting and frustrating in equal measure — and the woman Charles Powell nicknamed 'La Bionda': beyond.
Leading the Conservatives in opposition is almost the hardest job in politics. Bruce Anderson on Kemi Badenoch's strategy of patience, her mastery of Sir Stumbler, the harder test of Andy Burnham, and the one battleground that decides everything: the economy.
Andy Burnham would like it to be Christmas every day. But there is no Secretary of State for Santa Claus — and a country where nothing works needs growth, not sentimentality. Bruce Anderson on housewife economics and the onset of neo-Kinnockism.
A noble life has ended: James Mackay, Lord Mackay of Clashfern, the railwayman's son who became Lord Chancellor. Bruce Anderson remembers a legal giant of gentle manner and sweet nature — and, above all, a man of deep and simple faith.
The heat-wave is not only climatic; it is geopolitical. As August approaches, Bruce Anderson weighs Mr Putin's next move, the meat-grinder in Ukraine, and a world that is now, all of it, living in a dangerous neighbourhood.
Nigel Farage has launched a crusade against the so-called Establishment. But is there one — and if so, who belongs to it? Bruce Anderson on the deep-state question, and a civil service left filling a vacuum it was never fit to fill.
At Wimbledon, players commit unforced errors. So do politicians. Bruce Anderson on Nigel Farage, the donations question, a farcical by-election in Clacton, and a summer spent arguing with a bin.
Sir Stumbler will stumble no more, and there was even a hint of dignity in his departure. But to govern is to choose — and the deepest worry about Andy Burnham is that he may have no idea how he intends to proceed.
A book in praise of Italy — a votive offering to the Gods who protect its civilisation. Bruce Anderson on David Gilmour's history of the peninsula: the medieval city-state, the enchantments of the Palio, and a revisionist's case against the Risorgimento.
'A country at ease with itself.' So John Major hoped at the beginning of his Premiership. After a week of riots, Britain has rarely felt less at ease with itself — and a great deal of decent anger has real tinder to feed on.
If this government were an animal, the RSPCA would have it put down. The resignation of John Healey — the loyalist's loyalist — is a grievous blow, and no amount of calling it a little local difficulty will save Sir Stumbler now.
There is no more divisive issue in British politics, or in British history. From the Channel and the Normans to de Gaulle, Thatcher and Farage, Bruce Anderson traces the long quarrel with that sweet enemy across the water.
Two years after a huge majority, Labour is having a nervous breakdown. Bruce Anderson on the loveless landslide, a fudged identity, and a so-called Government now in disarray.
Anyone hoping for a return to political stability still has a lot of hoping to do. Bruce Anderson on devolution, the politics of false faiths, and Kemi Badenoch's case for bringing realism back to the centre.
A nation ill-at-ease with itself found one reason for pride last week. Bruce Anderson on King Charles, the Trump state visit, and a special relationship that may never have existed yet remains as strong as ever.
Kemi Badenoch has shown toughness in adversity. Against the weakest government in memory — a hopeless Chancellor, a menacing Attorney-General, General Stumbler at the top — Bruce Anderson argues there are times when voters will see toughness as a necessity.
From the Great War to Gaza, from Kaiser Bill to President Trump: the chassis has never stopped rattling. Bruce Anderson surveys a world in disorder and asks whether anyone is coming to set it right.
Outside the academy, Michelangelo enjoys more fame. But considered purely as a sculptor, Donatello was at least his equal.
Toryism is hard work. Without a teleology to sustain them, Conservatives are condemned to a Promethean struggle — ensuring that good keeps its nose ahead of evil, world without end.