Times are hard and economies have to be made. For some time I’ve been wondering why I continue to spend good money subscibing to the New Statesman. Each paranoid piece of reactionary apologia for tyrants from the unhinged Pilger, dishonest relativism from Wilby, anti-human nihilism from Gray, and pro-religion insult to the intelligence from Byrnes, has edged me towards cancelling my subscription. I can hear garbage like that at my local trades council meeting or C of E church (well, maybe not Gray’s philosophical fascism): I don’t have to pay for it.
Of course, the New Statesman has form. Back in the 1930′s it refused to publish George Orwell’s writings on the Spanish Civil War for fear of offending the Comintern and their local agents. Orwell never forgave the then-editor Kingsley Martin, a supple-spined “left” power-worshipper who seems to have uncannily prefigured both Peter Wilby (editor 1998-2005) and the present incumbent Jason Cowley.
The final straw, for me, came last week with an edition edited by upper class “wadical” Jemima Kahn, largely devoted to promoting the preening anti-semitic loon Julian Assange and other posh friends and relatives like her Tory brother Zac Goldsmith and her ex-hubby Hugh Grant. The high-spot of the issue is Jemima’s own interview with her friend Nick Clegg , who wails, “I’m not a punchbag: I have feelings.”
NS editor Cowley is quoted in today’s Observer justifying his decision to hand over the mag (albeit for just one week) to this ruling-class posh-girl by claiming “She’s been underestimated. She’s smart, writes well and she’s a liberal.”
“She’s a liberal”: even if that’s true, what a craven, miserable self-indictment of Britain’s leading supposedly “serious” SOCIALIST magazine…
At least Khan has some self-awareness, describing herself as “Sister of a Tory, rich twat and acc[ording] to some, more socialite than socialist, I know some NS readers will be irked. Judge the issue, not me“: I have judged both and am cancelling my subscription forthwith.