Unherd

Tuesday

Zack Christenson

A new era for The Spectator in America

Astute readers might know of the sale process The Spectator has been going through for the past several months. At long last, The Spectator has found a new owner — Sir Paul Marshall, the proprietor of UnHerd in the UK. The sale price of $131 million is a testament to the value and importance of The Spectator brand and everything it stands for. The US edition of The Spectator was established in 2018, with our monthly print edition appearing in 2019 — and we've grown every year since. First edited by Freddy Gray, the publication has made an indelible mark on matters of politics, arts and culture. We're excited by what our new future holds and look forward to new investments across our entire operation.

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Tuesday

Juan P. Villasmil

Ilhan Omar and the battle of the Somali translators

Who knew there were so many fluent Somali speakers in Washington? Talking to a crowd of Somali émigrés in Minneapolis over the weekend, progressive representative Ilhan Omar dived into African politics in her mother tongue, lambasting Somaliland, an unrecognized state that declared independence from Somalia in 1991, as well as regional actors that she claims are infringing on Somali sovereignty. A subtitled video was then widely shared on X Sunday, appearing to contain usage of the "blood and soil" nationalistic rhetoric that would trigger a response from other progressives. “Somalia is for Somalia only (a genocidal mantra) as over 45 percent of Somalia’s population are not even ethnic Somalis,” the translation indicated. That video was shared by Rhoda J.

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Tuesday

Cosmo Landesman

Why have parties suddenly gotten good?

Not long ago this month’s column would have been one long gripe about how the party — as a forum of fun — was finished. Partygoers, I would have moaned, had become more interested in big names and networking than in actually talking to strangers and having fun and blah... blah... blah. But something unexpected has recently been happening in London: people are throwing great parties again, and they are actually fun. I know, fun is one of those words that are so insipid and infantile I feel embarrassed using it. And yet the absence of fun from adult social life is a source of sadness. Even an old grump like me has been having a good time. I went to a party full of young, pretty, clever posh girls in Chelsea and they loved me — and I loved them!

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