“What is a good life?” This axiological question, asked earnestly in the opening lines of James Graham’s The Standard of Living – playing at Theatre Royal Haymarket until December 12 – is often overlooked by the fractured and hyper-specialised discipline of economics.
Whether it’s a mild sniffle or full-blown tears, I always end up feeling a bit ridiculous about the whole ordeal when it’s over. I mean, it’s not real, is it? Why do I waste my grief on things that haven’t happened, that will never happen?
Laura Marling’s seventh album, Song
For Our Daughter, was scheduled for release later this year. But, like many
other artists and entertainers,
the likes of Dua Lipa...
Iconic, encyclopaedic, and kaleidoscopic, Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children has garnered a healthy sense of both wariness and respect from critics and readers alike over...
After mastering the downward facing dog-chaturanga-upward
facing dog transition, my isolation development peaked and it was time to do
some work. I watched the Donmar Trilogy’s...
00 Production’s
performance of The Last Five Years pulls off the ambitious project with
surprising grace. I say surprising because bringing a musical to the small
screen,...
When it was announced last year that Sally Rooney’s second novel, Normal People, would be adapted into a BBC and Hulu television series, the excitement...