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Review: King Lear

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★★★☆☆

The Creation Theatre’s decision to stage a 5-man production of King Lear, a play deeply concerned with the complexity of individual characters, was always going to be ambitious. The family tree of the characters printed in the programme, outlining their relationships, was a warning sign: the characterization, with each actor playing multiple parts, would inevitably make it difficult to keep track.

Whilst the portrayal of Cordelia and the Fool by the same actor is a nice nod to original Jacobean productions (The two characters famously never appear on stage at once, so were often played by the same actor), the effect falls short with Goneril and Reagan both being played by Natasha Rickman. The two sisters are often confused, and their similar portrayal by the same actress further denies them differentiation and individuality. Once the actor playing Burgundy walked on in a burgundy cap and scarf in a desperate attempt to convey his character change, I started to question the directorial decision of tackling so many roles at once. Nonetheless, the multiplicity of characters played by each actor does add a pleasing meta-theatrical twist. Lines such as ‘You know the character to be your brother’s’ and ‘I do profess to be no less than I seem’ take on yet another layer of meaning, referring not only to the deceit and counterfeit within the script but the confusion arising from trying to portray so many characters at once.

Similarly, the effect at the end of the play is striking. When Albany says ‘produce their bodies, be they alive or dead’ and just Goneril and Regan’s clothes, rather than bodies, can be brought on, the play’s focus on how far our identity lies in our material trappings is emphasised: as Lear himself says ‘Through tattered clothes great vices do appear, / Robes and furred gowns hide all.’ 

However, despite confusion produced by multiple characters being played by one actor, the quality of the performances is largely superb. Lucy Pearson takes on the ambitious task of portraying Cordelia, Edgar and the Fool and carries it off with energy and dynamism. However, the impact of her multiple roles is evident: in her first appearance as Edgar, the liveliness and eccentricity from her depiction of the Fool are carried over, sadly trivializing many of Edgar’s most important moments, including the poignant cliff-scene with Gloucester. However, as she settles into the role she sheds her ‘foolishness’, and masterfully navigates both the characters of Edgar and Poor Tom. Max Gold makes a fantastic Lear; the intensification of his madness is accurately conveyed through subtle yet noticeable fluctuations between rage and a delight in his own confusion.

Staging decisions are variable: the set remain the same throughout, with blue light, a barren tree and piles of books. In the storm scene, the actors make lightning noises by slamming books onto the stage  – whilst it is clearly suggestive of the play’s theme of the destructive power of the written word, the allusion seems a little neat and overstated, especially when the actors start flapping books in Lear’s face to evoke the raging wind.

At points the production seems somewhat genre-confused: it is not a modern adaptation, nor a comedy, but flashes of modernity and comedy appear sporadically. During the love-test scene, which in the script takes place within the privacy of Lear’s palace, Goneril and Regan’s sycophantic addresses to Lear are greeted with paparazzi and cheering crowds, making for an almost Hunger Games-esque depiction of the division of the kingdom. Whilst the use of hip hop music to convey Lear’s rowdy retinue of knights is amusing, it seems somewhat misplaced. Although there are genuinely comedic moments in King Lear, particularly those evoking proto-Beckettian tragicomedy and absurdism, these are passed over, and instead comedy is injected into somewhat random areas of the script. Overall, the brilliant performances seem to go to waste, held back considerably by questionable casting and directorial decisions.

Trump and Berlusconi: is this the new politics?

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When a political persona is formed and a new kind of politician is introduced to a country’s democratic spectrum, one ought to be ill at ease with the possibility of it becoming or being indicative of a trend, especially if the character (caricature?) in question is someone like Berlusconi. When, on Bloomsday 2015, Donald J. Trump announced his candidacy from the New York building which bears his name, the obnoxiousness of his balderdash speech was enough to alert the world press of his striking resemblance with the Italian media magnate.

 From Rula Jebreal’s, former MSNBC commentator, to that of Italy’s own Beppe Severgnini, author of multiple biographies on Italy’s longest-serving PM, numerous articles of political analysis have been composed, drawing parallels between the two personalities. Now, ten months away from the re-assignment of the world’s most important political post, Trump’s refusal to participate in the Republican debate, mirroring Berlusconi’s long (and successful) record of avoiding public confrontation, draws the two tycoons closer still.  

The resemblance of the two is overwhelming: their similarity is so clear-cut that we need not resort to the contrived comparisons that are often seen in such cases. But if their similarly clementine-tinged public complexion and antics – extreme and unjustified political incorrectness, vague promises of prosperity and security, personal attacks on political opponents – have a large degree of convergence, it is nothing compared to what happens in their private life. The similarities are so evident and numerous that listing them would be as boring as it would be dispiriting. It is enough to mention, lest we become too moralising, their shady business history, their evanescent marriage contracts and their rather addictive habit of frolicking around with their hair, among other things.

With Trump’s rise in US politics, it is easy to believe that history is repeating itself, but as a tragedy rather than a farce, or even that Berlusconi and Trump are setting a precedent for the rise of a new kind of politics and political leader. In fact, it is exactly this common theme that unites the previously mentioned stream articles spawned by Trump’s presidential race: what can recent Italian history teach the US, or the world more broadly? Very little, fortunately. Trump’s unexpected ascent has its roots in the anti-establishment sentiment of Republicans and, after years of Fox News’ fear mongering, traditional run-of-the-mill xenophobia. Conversely, Berlusconi’s electorate was not rooted in the Italian far right, nor was his success brought about by Italian disillusionment with its political class. Following a corruption scandal that virtually wiped out all Italian political parties except in the far left, Berlusconi occupied and exploited the political vacuum created, attracting votes in the millions, for there genuinely ‘was no alternative’, to adapt Thatcher’s famous slogan. The difference between the two cases is as subtle as it is important, for an alienating party system serves democracy better than a non-existing one in preventing the rise of demagogues. Italians really lacked an alternative, while Americans fortunately don’t.

Herein lies the main difference between the two businessmen, which will surely reflect on the results come election day. Trump’s victories in the primaries set him in good stead, but on the other side there is a solid Democrat opposition, recently strengthened by the change in voter demographics and Trump’s very own polarising effect. In short, Trump cannot win, and this isn’t merely wishful thinking. American citizens will be glad to not experience twenty years of buffoonish government, with its inevitable economic decline and national humiliation.

Western democracies are not experiencing the rise of a new kind of politics, and the private and political resemblance of the Berlusconi-Trump duo does not indicate the future rise of anti-political businessmen or, as the humble Italian once defined himself, men of ‘Providence’ to power, but is rather a freak coincidence, which shares no common origin or future.

Containing an epidemic: what is the Zika virus?

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The WHO has recently declared a global public health emergency as Zika continues to spread worldwide, the outbreak which started in Brazil now affecting more than twenty other countries and possibly 1.5 million people. Although Zika is not usually fatal or even harmful in most cases, with only one-in-five experiencing any symptoms at all, ranging from headaches or mild fevers to rashes or joint pain, the virus is thought to be linked to both microcephaly and Gullain-Barr syndrome. Brazil itself faces a pandemic due to the outbreak of the virus which is thought to have caused the 4,700 cases of microcephaly reported there since October, a staggering number compared to the mere 150 cases reported in the previous year.

Microcephaly causes babies to be born with below-average head size and brains which don’t grow at the normal rate, a condition which already affects 25,000 children in the US. The condition can be fatal and causes delayed development and intellectual disabilities. It is known to be caused by infections such as Rubella, substance abuse during pregnancy or genetic abnormalities (the Guardian) – but the massive increase in Brazil and other South American countries has been attributed to Zika. Much discussion has been generated over the questions still concerning this huge surge in the number of cases of microcephaly and the difficulties of stopping the spread of Zika, the threat the virus poses to the 2016 Olympic Games and even the fact that President Obama plans to visit both Cuba and Peru this year, two countries in which Zika will be endemic in a few months according to scientists. Colombia, which has not yet seen an increase in cases of microcephaly but has experienced the outbreak of Zika is also a focus of concern, for the disparity between the impact of Zika there and in Brazil as well as for the many pregnant women who are being encouraged to have abortions in case their babies are born with microcephaly. All these issues are hugely important and must be understood, in order to comprehend the enormous impact Zika can have on a country and possible solutions to these problems.

But there is another issue we should be looking at – how to support parents and their children who are affected by the Zika virus worldwide. These parents need information about microcephaly and how it could affect their children as well as the options open to them. Ana Carolina Careces, a journalist who has microcephaly herself, has written about the importance of putting prejudice aside, ignoring the scaremongering tactics of people such as the Brazilian minister of health who has warned of a ‘damaged generation’ and realizing that ‘microcephaly is an ugly name but it is not an evil monster’. Microcephaly of course does not mean an easy life, and Careces herself calls herself one of the ‘lucky ones’. But it is a disability like any other and the children who are affected with it should not have to grow up in a world that sees them as irretrievably damaged, even as the world continues to try and fight the Zika virus to stop more cases of microcephaly.  Scientists have developed a testing kit to quickly identify carriers of the Zika virus, while money – Obama planning to pledge $1.8 billion to fight Zika – is being fuelled into finding a vaccine. Another potential solution is the genetically modified mosquito developed by scientists that could reduce the mosquito population by 99%.

Zika originated in 1947 in Uganda, “the world capital of viruses” and is spread by the mosquito Aedes Africanus and the Aedes Aegypti, the latter responsible for the transmission of Zika in Brazil. Scientists warn that the encroachment of humans into forests may disrupt the normal behaviour of mosquitoes, resulting in increased transmission of disease. Uganda itself has not seen any cases of microcephaly so far, but it has been questioned whether we would see the same worldwide response to an outbreak there, in a country which itself “mostly shrugged” at the outbreak (Mukwaya); malaria is currently epidemic in the north of the country and 1.5 million Ugandans have HIV, thousands suffering from Hepatitis B, Ebola or Marburg.

It is now just as important to work towards helping those affected by Zika as by Ebola as it will become just as widespread, according to WHO, a statement that reveals the enormity of the problem and the extent of the danger posed to families worldwide. 

The ‘Newmenous’: what Dawkins and science are missing out on

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It has lately been suggested, by an author who I both know as a friend and deeply respect for his lucid and powerful insight, that the decline of religion is an opportunity for the flourishing of a scientific worldview, which was so presented as to be our noblest alternative to despair. I would hardly do my friend the gross disservice of thinking that he actually believed in the contents of his article, but nevertheless I feel it is in need of some critical emendation. To Nietzsche’s madman exclaiming the death of God, he proposes, simply, that it is no matter, for science can do all that religion does, and all the better, too. There are, I think, some more elementary and fundamental errors latent in the piece, such as an implicit adherence to the conflict theses between religion and science, and an optimistic, almost dialectical view of progressive secularisation. It is not my purpose here to catalogue points of disagreement between myself and my friend, but to provide a critical alternative to his suggestion.

As a person with no religious affiliation or belief myself, I am writing this not to provide an artillery of apologetics; as a Theology student I’ve simply found it impossible to have as naively dismissive a view of religion as my friend. Though it is not my intention to harangue Materials Science students for their ignorance in other disciplines, it would be to the great benefit of my friend and anyone interested in the subject-matter to appeal first to experts in the field, so as to refine any spontaneous opinions which have not yet been sharpened by the “tooth of disputation”. It is an unfortunate and incongruous situation in which people feel free to opine, quite strongly, in matters pertaining to religion without any education in the field—where, quite sensibly, should I write a loud and passionate piece on chemistry (about which I know nothing) I would be rightly chastised for even undertaking such an enterprise in the first place on account of my untutored mind. This is not, of course, to say that I am at all qualified to arbitrate on the subject, for if my education has taught me anything so far it lies in the discovery of a vacuum of personal ignorance which only ever widens.

He presents a strikingly unoriginal analysis of religion, and I think his (likely unwitting) patching-together of Feuerbach, Freud, and Nietzsche is shamefully spoiled by its admixture with a positivistic scientism to fill all the gaps. Religion is psychologised away as being an emotional crutch, a myopic, self-gratifying worldview, which is the product of an ignorant and pre-scientific reflection on the world and our place in it. Religion is made out to be an infantilised project which accordingly belongs in the infancy of human history; to continue to cling to it is symptomatic of our inability as a culture to ‘grow up’, as it were, into scientific maturity. On this account, religion presents us with a shrunken worldview, a “small aperture” through which we see “a poorer, smaller and less diverse universe than we actually inhabit”. This, of course, is only true if we take the highly reductive and, at points, flagrantly false (to the point of theological illiteracy) understanding of religion which he provides. Christianity, for instance, is described as having a lower-case ‘g’ ‘god’ who is some projected celestial father invoked both as an explanation for things before we had science and as some fictitious comforter for our grief and despair. Religion is, quite the contrary, a defiance against being shrunken down— the act of faith is a rebellion against the suggestion that what we see is all that there is, that we are merely apes with delusions of grandeur, and so on. Christianity, for example, is not the comfortable, pocket-size belief system he presents, but the daring claim that God himself died out of love for each and every one of us; that a bloodied, muddied man on the cross is the supreme instance of perfection. Those who does not shudder at this are insensible, and those who does not treat it seriously, but reduce it and wave it away, do themselves a great disservice.

He seems to treat of religion as no more than a set of propositions, a list of prescribed beliefs, which (at least ideally) ought to affect behaviour in proportion to the strength of their adherence. Since religion is in error, then, it is good that its untruth be replaced, as it were, with the clarity and rigour of scientific truth. However, to even suggest that religion can be adequately replaced by science is to say that there is at least some domain of human knowledge, the human experience, and some human impulse, which religion (attempts to) satisfy, and which science can as well. Questions about purpose, meaning, beauty, goodness, and so on, are, by their very nature, those which fall completely outside a scientific purview. Science is our best method of finding out what is – what the world is, how it works, and so on –but it cannot hope to furnish any evaluative conclusions about what is. If we knew all the scientific facts in the world, every single detail of every minute part of the universe, this would in no way give us an answer to what makes life meaningful, or what beauty or goodness is.

It is an unfortunate accident that scientific hubris has generated the popularisation of the very peculiar view – which has next to no support among ethicists – that science can by itself account for morality. As any first-year PPEist could tell my friend, it is famously difficult to derive an ought, that is, a moral obligation, from an is, or what is the case. The assessment of the development of morality or (question-beggingly ‘moral behaviour’), though a fascinating and fruitful enterprise, in no way provides for any actual conclusions about what is good, right, and so on. If we grant that it can be observed that altruistic behaviour, for instance, is evolutionarily advantageous, this in no way entails that altruistic behaviour is good or right – merely that it is evolutionarily advantageous. To say that it does do this is to equate the ethical notion of goodness to being evolutionarily advantageous, which is no longer a scientific claim, but an ethical, philosophical proposition expressing the relation between evaluative concepts and descriptive ones. Dawkins’ case for morality already presupposes the truth of some non-scientific, brute assertion of ethical fact that “It is good for agents to act in the ways prescribed by memetic evolution” or something of the sort. It is not my intention to lecture on meta-ethics, but the tremendous issues my friend’s suggestion is plagued with should serve to introduce some hesitancy into its adoption.

My friend is wholly correct in saying that religion is no prerequisite for wonder and the experience and recognition of the beautiful, but I must admit the arousal of some bile in my throat when I read that we can “endeavour to see the true beauty and mystery of our lives through the clear lens of science.” How it is, exactly, that science can direct us towards the beautiful or generate the mystical is a question that he thankfully leaves unanswered, for to venture an attempt here would be to swiftly meet a dead end. It goes without saying that the object of scientific inquiry – the natural world – is beautiful, from the composition of basic units of matter to the most expansive galaxies. That this is the case is evident to anyone with eyes to see; but why it is the case, or how we respond to the beautiful, are questions which science completely fails to answer. We cannot pathologise aesthetic sentiment, and we cannot make cut-and-dry formulae for the production and detection of the beautiful. Our sense of the transcendent when beholding the beautiful is something which does, and quite reasonably should, provoke a religious impulse, one which, as it were, wishes to peer behind the curtain of the world to there find its meaning.

As to those questions which concern why we are here, and what our purpose is, science finds itself likewise incapacitated. It can, with ever-increasing detail and accuracy, tell us how it is that our existence came to be, and what the conditions for our existence are, what our biological drives are, and so on. This is, for the larger existential questions, entirely irrelevant, and I would wager even positively unhelpful. To the person plagued with a sense of purposelessness, despairing of existence, reminding them that they evolved a certain way and that they are equipped with a libidinal economy geared towards reproduction and self-preservation does literally nothing by means of actually remedying their cares. They want to know what the good life is, or, what makes life good, and how they can achieve it. Religious systems give robust and suasive answers which has brought so much vitality to humanity that to simply pretend we could do fine with science alone belies a tremendously stunted capacity for introspection.

In the end, I must and will firmly maintain that religion is perennial, and only religion, or something like it, can replace religion. A Weltanschauung which equips us with a table of values and an account of meaningfulness and purpose is indispensable, and whether we choose to fill this need with Islam, Catholicism, dialectical materialism, Camusian absurdism, or something else belongs wholly to us – but choose we must. And, unfortunately, science is not on the menu. 

Ed Miliband pulls out of OULC talk amid antisemitism row

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Following Alex Chalmers’ resignation as Co-Chair of the Oxford University Labour Club due to what he perceived as antisemitism, Ed Miliband has cancelled plans to adress OULC at its John Smith Memorial Dinner on March 4.

A spokesperson for the former Labour leader told the New Statesman, “Ed is deeply disturbed to hear of reports of anti-semitism in the Oxford University Labour Club. It is right that the executive of the club has roundly condemned the comments and fully co-operates with the Labour Students investigation. Ed and the Labour Club have agreed that his talk should be postponed until the investigation is resolved.”

Current Labour leadership has also expressed support for a probe by the national students group Labour Students into antisemitism and intimidate of Jewish students at OULC.

A spokesperson for the Labour party said, “Following recent allegations of antisemitic behaviour and intimidation at Oxford University Labour Club, Labour Students have launched an immediate investigation and the Labour party welcomes and supports this action. If complaints are made about any individual member of the Labour party, the party will take robust action to deal with any antisemitic behaviour.”

One Labour MP, Louise Ellman, said that comparing Israel and apartheid-era South Africa was “a grotesque smear and the Labour party should dissociate itself from” such statements.

Israeli embassy “appalled” by alleged OULC antisemitism

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The Embassy of Israel has today released a statement condemning “antisemitism masquerading at politics”, responding to claims made against the Oxford University Labour Club a statement by Alex Chalmers announcing his resignation as Co-Chair of Oxford University Labour Club.

Issued by Chargé d’affaires Eitan Na’eh, the statement reads “The Embassy of Israel is appalled by reports of antisemitism, intimidation of Jewish students, and support for terrorism against Israel at the Oxford Labour Club. We would not expect such disgraceful activity from any morally upright person – let alone students at one of the most prestigious universities in the world. Antisemitism masquerading as politics is abhorrent. It must be recognised as such and condemned by all.”

Chalmers’ resignation and his claims against his former club have already been reported on in the Israeli press, with both Haaretz and Times of Israel picking up on the story.

Earlier today, the Oxford University Jewish Society (JSoc) issued a statement on Facebook, saying, “We are horrified at and whole-heartedly condemn anti-Semitic behaviour in all its forms. The comments detailed in JSoc’s statement last night indicate a shocking pattern of hateful and racist behaviour by some Club members, and it’s of the highest priority that this be dealt with swiftly and lastingly.

“Labour Students is launching an investigation; we will fully co-operate with this and encourage any of our members to come forward with any information that will assist the process.”

OULC has been contacted for comment.

Pipe Dreams: Fantasies Fulfilled

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I expect you’ve already heard the big news. But in case you really enjoy covering your eyes/ears for long periods, here’s a reminder. My friends spent the last week writing erotic fiction for each other. I was implicated. The big reveal came a day late – it took many hours to extract some of the authors from their rooms, where they had worked themselves into various states of hysterical arousal during the writing process. But the Secret Valentine Project well and truly went ahead. And how magnificent the results were. Lustful and loopy, raw and romantic, the Valentine’s erotica delivered beyond any of our wildest dreams. Here’s a highlights reel…

There were some subterranean sexy times:

“A tremor shook the tunnel, everything shuddering except Johnny who stood strong- solid-continuing to thrust back and forth as her cries got higher and breathier. With a howl the train shot past them at breakneck speed, inches from their hidden cubbyhole, bringing with it the moment of climax. Her screams of ecstasy were lost in the shrill screech of wheel on track.”

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There was positive sexual consent:

“Are you OK?” Is this OK?” Izzy asked anxiously, catching Alex’s eyes with a gentle, questioning manner. 

And even better plot twists:

“I didn’t realise you liked girls too,” Izzy murmured, standing on tiptoes so she could wrap her arms around Alex’s taller frame. 

Heresy featured heavily:

“That night was a jubilee of pleasure, and fireworks flew to rival those of the Queen’s birthday celebrations. On they went until Phillip yelled out ‘bow down and accept my royal blessing bitch!’”

“She grabbed his head, pushing it between the soft cushions of skin, shaking ‘the dynasties’ like there was no tomorrow.”

As did Cary Rae Jepsen:

“You put your wish in my well/Please bang me, I’ll never tell/I licked your succulent bell/And now you’re touching me”

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“Hey, I just met you/And this is crazy/But here’s a condom/So mount me, maybe?”

Metafiction, baby:

“She let out one huge sigh. There was silence except for their ragged breathing and the wind and rain, now howling. His hand returned to its previous position between her legs, but she rolled away. He looked quizzical. She sighed again. ‘Three to five hundred words isn’t long enough for multiple orgasms.’”

A few bars of musical musing:

“Meaty paused and then, quivering, presented his bow. Sak took it in his hand and observed it closely, it was hard, and after Sak had admired its length for a time, he began to lubricate it, stroking it gently.”

“Meaty noticed Sak’s baton quickly rise.”

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Some questionably named genitalia:

“He unfolded the paper with shaking hands and shuddering breath. ‘I’d like our dragons to meet,’ read the lush, looping writing, ‘come and find me by Beowulf.’”

And some confusion surrounding arm ownership:

“’Wait.’ Babushka paused. ‘I want to be in charge.’ She said, as a smile spread across her face. She grabbed some tape from the draw and tied one arm, and then the other to the bed frame. The man didn’t know what to do, all he knew was that he liked it.”

How the group will move forward from this intimate experience is anyone’s guess. We have tested our bond, and survival is certainly not a given. Whatever happens, though, we’ll be releasing our first collection ASAP, because DAMN, this stuff will sell faster than LMH ball tickets (#bestcollege).

Wonderful writing credits (in no particular order): Tom McQuillin, Claudia Graham, Hannah Culver, Tilly Gilbert, Zak Thomas Johnson, Liv Withers, Joe Gage.

Bexistentialism: HT16 5th Week

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My nose hurts. I push down on it, and now, predictably, it hurts more. I search through my memories from last night’s hullabaloo, my mind whirring and then clicking to a stop. I recall –

An aggressive thud into my face. Pain. Someone saying “sorry” over and over again. A second thud as I am hugged just as aggressively. Pain.

That’s right. I got punched in the face. And not even in a 10+ lad points way. It was an accident.

I push the concentrated aching to the back of my mind. That is until I see my friend rotating her face to the left and right of me, whilst frowning. “What?” I say, brushing the corner of my lips for imaginary crumbs. She replies, not to tell me I have mayonnaise at the corner of my mouth, but to ask, “have you broken your nose?”

My eyes widen as the other people around me begin to leer at my face. I am struck by the knowledge that I am yet to look in the mirror today. Why today, of all days, have I decided to defy the expectations that society has set down on me since the time when I was 13 and I changed my Facebook status to Bex is … feeling realli ugly :(. I sprint out of the JCR and am soon staring at a slightly swollen and bruised nose. The familiar resignation creeps in as I adjust to the blue and blossoming mass upon my face.

I say ‘familiar’, because I seem to be rather prone to accidents. And it made me think, dear readers, that maybe it was time you heard my past. Not all of it, mind you. I’d hate to create some sort of faux-intimate connection with you. Just the day it all started. Let me set the scene. I was 11. I was at a family friend’s house and they had a moped. I’d watched my three brothers happily scoot around a field each time we visited them, but I was always reluctant to have a try. At the time I wasn’t sure why. But on this day, I decide that it’s time.

Soon I am scoot scoot scooting away. It’s going good. Everyone is nodding and waving. Excellent. It’s my third time around the field, and I’m feeling casual. I got this down, I think to myself. I could be the next big thing, I think – except, well, except, I’m getting to the corner of the field, and I’ve forgotten how to brake. Ah. Now my thoughts are less suave, and far less collected. How do you work this fucking thing!!! I speedily muse, in a less expletive and far more charming manner. After all, I’m a precocious but still very youthful 11 year-old. This is the moment, you are thinking, where I fall off. But that’s not my style. I slam on the brakes.

Well. As I said earlier, it’s my first time. And the brakes are on the handle. But so is the accelerator. So, with slapstick inevitability, I find myself soaring, still on the bike, very fast, into a barbed wire fence.

(Cue screams as I sit dazed, patiently waiting to be extracted.)

Since then, I have accrued several broken toes, a scar on my knee from falling between the tube and the platform (as ‘Please mind the gap’ punctuated the air), and my pinky finger is a party trick in dire social situations, after once trying to catch a very quickly flung basketball.

Thus, as the present and agèd me looks into the mirror, I nod at my reflection with a strange sense of glee. Well done you, I think. Maybe the curse is lifting. After all, this one wasn’t even my fault.

Preview: Coriolanus

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Coriolanus is a play about Roman political history – a subject that is incredibly close to my heart, but, I must concede, is something of a niche interest in the world at large. However, to use that great historical cliché, the patterns and narratives of Coriolanus echo down the ages, and have found themselves acted out again and again in more recent times. It was only a few years ago that Ralph Fiennes directed and starred in a film version of this play, set in the nondescript Balkans. For director Lucy Clarke, this is a play that speaks to Cameron’s Britain – the elite and unassailable heights of British politics inducing protests over welfare cuts, rather than the corn riots, which act as a prelude to Coriolanus.

 

So, we have abused, impotent and mistreated plebs, contrasted against the patrician elite who are beset by infighting and competition. This dichotomy will be stressed in the production by having the “faintly fascistic” senators and tribunes neatly suited and booted, permanently covered by attendants with umbrellas, whilst the plebeians will be visibly soaked to the skin – a highly exciting directorial choice, which I can’t help but worry might cause some health issues over the course of 3 successive shows, outside in Regent’s Park quad.

Into this fraught political atmosphere comes our “relentless dick” (Taylor’s words) of a protagonist, Will Taylor as Coriolanus. The great hero of Rome, who leads Roman armies to victory against the Volscians in the earliest days of the republic, only to be conspired against by the tribunes and cast out by the fickle masses when he attempts to run for office. It is undeniably gripping narrative, that only gets better when the exiled general, railing against the democratic values which Rome so cherishes, decides to side with his former enemies and lead their armies against the walls of Rome, which have lost their sole defender through petty politicking.

The great worry with Coriolanus is that it is so intolerably long – not just long, but dense and packed full of obscure Roman political discussion. Hearteningly, the director (who is writing her thesis on this play), has been merciless in her cuts – enormous baggy speeches, irrelevant subplots and tedious political intricacies have been thrown out entirely, to focus on a streamlined and engaging narrative, which promises for a night of high drama.

One of the few parts of this production that has been spared the editors knife are the speeches of Volumnia (Victoria Gawlik), which have always been regarded as one of the highest of pathos in Coriolanus. I was lucky enough to see the scene where Coriolanus’ mother, wife and son all beg him not to make war on his former home – and I can safely say that leaving these speeches uncut was a wise move directorially speaking. So, brave the cold, and make your way to Regent’s Park this week, if an evening of high political drama and great men reduced to tears sounds like your cup of tea.

Coriolanus, Regent’s Park Quad, 16th-18th February, 7.30

Scalia’s death: a galvanising cause

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Justice Antonin Scalia, conservative stalwart and constitutional originalist, is dead.

Which is why the complete rowdiness of the latest Republican debate is all the more indicative of the deterioration of the Grand Old Party. The Supreme Court of the United States is in danger of having a vacant seat for 11 months and yet the main sound bite from Saturday’s debate was John Kasich’s “Jeez, oh man.” When the Republican Party should have been uniting, it instead became more fractured, more febrile, than ever.

A few things, then. First: Yes, it is probably in violation of the spirit of the Constitution to promise to obstruct any Supreme Court nomination, as the Republicans have done. But let’s not pretend that Senate Democrats would do any differently if they were in Mitch McConnell et al.’s position and thought they could get away with it.

Second: Replacing Scalia is not the war. The war is the presidential and legislative elections in November. Why? Because Scalia was not the only aging justice on the Supreme Court. By 2017, Ruth Bader Ginsberg will be almost 84, Anthony Kennedy will be 80 and Stephen Breyer will be 78. Any one, if not more, of those three will be likely to step down or pass away before the 2020 election. Even if Obama is able to get his nomination confirmed, the next president could be responsible for remaking the Court’s ideology for the foreseeable future.

This is especially significant for Democrats, who have an opportunity that has not been available to them in decades. The Court has leant consistently conservative since the 1970s. Were the Senate and executive branch to both fall to the Democrats in 2016, the possibility that they could replace Scalia, Breyer and Ginsberg in one fell swoop is one that must have party strategists salivating.

Third: Victory in 2016 now hinges on each party’s ability to galvanise its voter base and get them to the booths. The Party that is best able to control the narrative and capitalise on the fight in Washington over Scalia’s now vacant seat will be the one handed the reigns come Election Day. This necessity to mobilise is again more true for Democrats than Republicans. Republican voters are whiter, older and richer – that is, of demographics already likelier to vote.

This is why John Cassidy, columnist at The New Yorker, writes, “If you were a Democratic strategist trying to maximise turnout, what would you most like to see? One possibility, surely, is the prospect of the election being transformed into a referendum on the President versus the do- nothing Republican Congress,” as he argues would occur if the Republican leadership is utterly intransient contra whomever the President nominates.

I am much less sure that explicitly pitching the election as a party struggle, instead of about the issues themselves, is necessarily the Democrats’ winning strategy. Cassidy seems to forget that Obama is tremendously unpopular among most Republicans. And indeed, the battle over the Supreme Court appears to me to be as likely to energise the Republican base as it is the Democratic one. Conservatives in America have long felt that Democrats rule by decree, for instance on gay marriage, and the idea of social values and law being determined by a cloistered, liberal (read: authoritarian) group of Harvard Law School graduates is probably a terrifying one for many.

Yet I do think that Scalia’s death is an advantage for Democrats – not because the battle is inherently an easy one, but because the Democratic establishment is much stronger at present than the Republican one. Sanders might have elites spooked and Clinton, despite all her strengths and expertise, is considered by many (however unfairly) to be a disappointing, dishonest candidate. But for those who dislike her and would therefore have considered staying home in a regular election year, the possibility of Republicans seizing control of the judiciary must be a greater evil than another Clinton presidency. Hillary is still the clear favourite to win the nomination and rightly so – pragmatism dictates that she would fare better in a general election.

Meanwhile the Republican field remains in a state of almost risible disarray. What a bizarre world: the GOP’s frontrunner is a man who said that Planned Parenthood actually does do some wonderful things and claimed aloud that President Bush was responsible for the Iraq War. Donald Trump has succeeded by exploiting class, not ideological, division, revealing a new cleavage in a party that already was threatening to split apart at the seams.

And the Supreme Court is a frontier along which new fault lines could appear, as, for example, the puritanical Ted Cruz tries to convince the electorate that he and he alone is truly capable of fighting the liberal cabal. So unless the base coalesces around the probably-too-moderate Kasich, Tea Party darling Marco Rubio or Jeb ‘Jeb!’ Bush immediately, Republican leaders might soon be too late to stop Trump’s hostile takeover of their terrain or a Cruz ascendancy.

Of course, as I wrote February 3, we seem to be in a world where common sense defies us. The punditry has fared predictably poorly; the polling geeks at FiveThirtyEight, who so successfully predicted the last two election cycles, have done no better. Who can say that Republicans will not come back down to earth to vote for someone electable? For the sake of American progress: let us hope not.