There is something quietly defiant about a magazine devoted entirely to philosophy that has managed to survive for nearly three decades. Most publications with far broader appeal have folded in that time. Yet here it is: The Philosophers' Magazine, still asking the kinds of questions that make you miss your bus stop.
The story begins in the late 1990s, in the distinctly unphilosophical setting of a London bedsit. Julian Baggini, then a PhD student at University College London, had an idea that most sensible people would have talked him out of — launching a print magazine about philosophy, aimed not at academics but at curious, intelligent readers who didn't necessarily know their Kant from their Kierkegaard. His co-founder, Jeremy Stangroom, a fellow freshly-minted PhD, brought digital ambitions to the project. Their first website featured Raphael's School of Athens as a landing page, loading agonizingly slowly over a dial-up modem. It was, by the standards of 1997, state of the art.
When the first issue appeared at the end of that year, Baggini's then-partner's father offered congratulations immediately followed by a deflating question: would there be a second? It was a fair doubt. Neither founder was business-savvy, the market was uncertain, and philosophy magazines were not exactly flying off newsstands. But the magazine endured — through ownership changes, financial scares, and the slow erosion of print media — producing 99 issues before finally retiring its paper edition. Ninety-nine. One issue short of a century, which feels almost like a philosophical provocation in itself.
What sustained it was a deceptively simple editorial instinct: treat readers as adults. The Philosophers' Magazine never dumbed down, but it never hid behind jargon either. Over the years its pages hosted conversations with some of the most important thinkers alive — Martha Nussbaum, David Chalmers, Peter Singer, Kwame Anthony Appiah, Slavoj Žižek, Patricia Churchland, Simon Blackburn, and dozens more. These were not stuffy academic exercises. They were real conversations, often sharp, sometimes funny, always probing.
Today, now under the editorship of Daniel Kodsi, the magazine lives on as an online publication, and it has lost none of its nerve. Recent essays range from a haunting travelogue about visiting Kant's hometown of Königsberg — now the Russian exclave of Kaliningrad, a city where the philosopher's grave is one of the few landmarks that survived war and Soviet ideology — to a pointed critique of Straussianism as a method of philosophical education. The writing is serious without being solemn, and the breadth is striking: political philosophy sits alongside metaphysics, ethics alongside cultural criticism.
Then there are the philosophy games, one of the magazine's most distinctive features. Hosted on a sister site, these interactive experiments invite you to test the consistency of your own beliefs — about God, about morality, about personal identity. Should You Kill the Fat Man? walks you through the trolley problem. Battleground God examines whether your religious beliefs hold up under scrutiny. Staying Alive is a game of personal identity where survival is not guaranteed. They are deceptively playful and genuinely unsettling, the kind of thing you start during a lunch break and find yourself still thinking about at dinner.
There is a particular pleasure in reading a publication that trusts its audience this much. The Philosophers' Magazine does not explain why philosophy matters — it simply demonstrates it, issue after issue, essay after essay. In a media landscape addicted to hot takes and shallow certainties, that feels less like a niche interest and more like a necessity.
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