Market Stalinism – The Danger Of Limited Revolution

What’s the limit of a revolution? That’s the question that keeps coming to me – in a decade or more of continuous international stagnation, in which everything in many developed countries is largely the same, but shabbier, as it was in 2008 or so, we can find that outside of that developed bubble things have... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction – THE PERVERTED DETECTIVE

The detective got out of the car, hands in pockets of her shabby greatcoat, suit stiff and faded, patches on the knees of her trousers at her elbows, and went to Mr. Fleming’s house, at number fifteen on Newsome Road, watched by all the neighbours from behind their curtains. The road was steep and the... Continue Reading →

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