Not one, but three: an evisceration of French foreign policy, a mighty blow against that ludicrously overrated windbag Foucault, and a marvellous, heartfelt essay by Simon Sebag Montefiore, one of the finest ornaments among Her Majesty's Jewish subjects. I never thought I'd find myself writing this (and I bet Glenn Reynolds didn't either) - buy the New Statesman and read.