Narcissus in Gaza
On how to make things even worse
The other day, arriving early to do some filming in the London Library, I sat in the small park in St Jame’s Square by the statue of William III. A tall, lugubrious looking white man in his fifties walked past talking on his phone. He had, he said, been on the Palestine demonstration at the weekend. I didn’t hear the rest. ‘Ah”, I…
