The Margins Review · Culture-Centered Approach

  The Spinning Wheel Has a Line Manager Lecture theatre B4 was built to make everybody look at one thing. Twelve raked rows descend like a quarry towards a lectern, a whiteboard nobody has cleaned since the refurbishment, and a projection screen the size of a garage door, and every seat in the room is angled so that the eye slides down the slope and lands on that screen. Sixty students sit scattered across two hundred seats in the pattern of people avoiding one another at a bus stop. Each of them has a laptop open, and each laptop lid glows with the sticker of a brand or a cause, and behind each lid a face is lit from below in the blue of an aquarium. The garage door shows a grey circle. Every laptop shows the same grey circle. Sixty-one circles turn in perfect unison in a room engineered for attention, and the attention has nowhere to go, so it pools in the aisle beside the fire exit with the smell of instant noodles. The lecturer stands at the lectern in the bottom of the quarr...

  Nobody Has Ever Watched Them Teach The platform goes down in week seven, on a Wednesday, at about twenty past two, which is roughly ninety minutes after three hundred and forty second-year physiology students were told that the quiz closing Friday could only be taken inside it. It does not go down in the honest way, with an error page and an apology. It goes down in the modern way, which is that it stays up and stops working. The video player loads, plays four seconds, and stalls. The quiz submits and returns a blank confirmation with no record against the student's name. The discussion board accepts a post and shows it to nobody. On a phone, which is how two-thirds of the cohort do everything, the left-hand menu covers the content and cannot be dismissed. Every one of these failures is small enough to be plausibly the student's fault, and that is the cruellest part of the design, because for the first two days the emails that arrive in the lecturer's inbox all begin wi...

  Excellence Before Office The scholar-leader model and the long history of the university In the 630s a Chinese monk named Xuanzang walked through the gate of Nalanda, in the Gangetic plain of what is now Bihar, at the end of a journey that had taken him across the Taklamakan and over the Hindu Kush. He had come for one teacher. Śīlabhadra, the abbot, was by then a very old man and the most authoritative living exponent of the Yogācāra school of Buddhist philosophy, and Xuanzang wanted to sit at his feet before he died. The monastery around them held thousands of students, a library that later pilgrims described with awe, and a daily programme of lectures and public debate in which a scholar's standing rose or fell on argument. Kings supplied the land and the revenue. The learned supplied the authority. Xuanzang's own account, written after his return to the Tang court, records who ran the place and why. Rank at Nalanda followed mastery. Gatekeeper scholars examined new arr...

  The Suit Walks the Corridor At ten past nine on a Monday the corridor on the top floor of the administration building fills with the sound of expensive shoes. The carpet up here was laid in the last refurbishment and still gives slightly underfoot, the way a good hotel lobby does, and the doors along it close with the soft, well-engineered thud of a German car. Along this carpet, in the direction of the lift marked Executive, comes the suit. It comes in navy and in charcoal, in the odd daring pinstripe, in the female version too, a tailored jacket over a silk shell, and heels that announce themselves on the tile of the lift lobby a full three seconds before the person arrives. The suit carries a flat white from the good cafe, the one that closed the student cafe to open, and a lanyard that swings with the confidence of a thing that opens doors. The suit passes the framed founding professors, who were photographed in gowns and look, at this distance, like a row of disapproving pe...

  The money that never touches the party When undercover reporters set out to put foreign money into British politics, they did not wire cash to a party account. They paid a pollster. Channel 4 News and the investigative group Verbatim revealed this week that senior figures around Nigel Farage arranged for a company registered in the United States, controlled by the undercover team and presented as the vehicle of a wealthy American, to pay for polling that Reform UK had itself commissioned. The bill came to more than £30,000. The results ran in the Telegraph and the Times as independent research, and neither paper was told that the party had ordered the work. The benefit was never declared to the Electoral Commission. Reform UK's head of policy, James Orr, was filmed saying the party could "easily get away with it." Bob Posner, who once ran the Electoral Commission, told the programme that serious criminal offences may have been committed. The Liberal Democrats have wri...