Charlottesville: a town haunted by the far right

Charlottesville: a town haunted by the far right

First published by New Statesman, 17th August 2017 On 12 August, a car ploughed down pedestrians in the street where I used to buy my pecan pies. I had recently returned to London from Charlottesville, Virginia – the scene of what appears to have been an act of white...
Going to Church in America

Going to Church in America

First published by First Things We are late for church. It’s Sunday morning in Char­lottesville, Virginia, and we’re late for church. I pull up in the car park, and my wife and I get out. We rush to the entrance, and I swing wide the door and hold it open for her. And...
Chocolate threatens my marriage

Chocolate threatens my marriage

First published by The Spectator Life on 29 November 2014 Mr and Mrs Smith: they have nothing on us. Their conflict, mere child’s play. Because since moving to America last summer my wife and I have been engaged in an increasingly frenetic game of cat and mouse over...
The misery of men-only parties

The misery of men-only parties

This article first appeared in the print edition of The Spectator magazine, dated 20 September 2014 Last year my wife Holly and I moved to Charlottesville, Virginia, a stunning colonial town nestled in the Shenandoah mountains. Charlottesville was just voted America’s...
At The Hairdresser’s

At The Hairdresser’s

First published by The American Conservative on-line edition on March 28th 2014 A man with a sharp metal object at the back of my neck has just confessed that his real job is acupuncture. Click Click. Click. Click Click. Panic. I can’t see his scissors. Click. Click....
Struggling to pee at the NPB

Struggling to pee at the NPB

‘It is my great pleasure to introduce to you … the president of the United States of America.’ The President rises, already on stage. He’s seated next to the First Lady on a top table facing the audience – flowers, etc. – very much like a wedding. In his wonderfully...