The London Review of Books is Europe's foremost cultural and intellectual journal — a description that would sound grandiose from almost any other publication but is, in the case of the LRB, simply accurate. Published twice a month since 1979, it allows some of the world's finest writers to delve into a broad range of subjects in exhilarating depth: art and politics, science and technology, history and philosophy, fiction and poetry. The essays are long, the arguments are complex, and the prose is consistently among the best being written in English today.
The LRB is the preeminent exponent of the intellectual essay in the era of the long read, respected across the globe for its bravery, variety, and beauty. In addition to book reviews, each issue includes memoir, journalism, poetry, exhibition and film reviews, short cuts, letters, and a diary. The digital archive gives subscribers access to everything the magazine has ever published — over four decades of some of the most significant cultural writing of our time.
What makes the London Review of Books indispensable is not just what it publishes but how it publishes: with the conviction that ideas deserve space, that complexity is not a flaw, and that readers are capable of sustained attention when the writing rewards it. In a media landscape that trends toward brevity, the LRB remains gloriously, unapologetically long.