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Art Decadence

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Photographer: Ian Wallman

 

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Clunch Review: St. Anne’s

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St Anne’s reminds me of my secondary school. Concrete. Northern. Questionable amount of dark wood veneering for anything past 1970. But still quite welcoming. The Hall is a vast collection of panels which look like they could have been reclaimed from my nan’s lounge when she fi nally let 1982 give up the ghost.

On this occasion, however, I was surprised. Honestly, there is quite a good selection. I’ve been for clunch here before. The spring rolls were stodgy, the noodles claggy. I was left full of carbs, but disappointed. I’m not quite sure how anything works. There’s no signs indicating cost, so I pile everything onto my tray and just hope. The selection is better than average. I question my friend’s choice of getting a salad comprising only of iceberg lettuce, but the salad bar is reasonably stocked.

Despite two meat mains of an indiscriminate nature, I decide to plonk for the veggie option. I’m not a huge fan of pasta. But the pesto linguine with pine nuts is actually pretty decent. I mean, its pretty hard to get pasta wrong, as hard as some college kitchens may try. The accompanying rosemary focaccia is slightly over-toasted, but still greasy enough to feel like you’re really greasing those joints up with olive oil.I may be round when I complete my degree, but at least my joints will be in tip-top condition.

But the dessert was something else. Personally, I’m a bit of a freak when it comes to baked goods. The less cooked, the better. There’s something incredibly pleasing, indeed almost sensual, about an underdone loaf. It brings back fond memories of my days as a fi ve-year old who’d eat nothing but -underdone pastry. St Anne’s banana bread is claggy, under baked and in some parts questionably not baked at all. For a culinary weirdo like myself, it’s perfect. They’ve got it so wrong, it’s right. For people with more refi ned palates, it is, however, a nightmare. Smushing some of the under-done dough into her fork, my friend pulls away and leaves me to feast on my undercooked goodness. St Anne’s food is hardly glamorous, but I’d definitely go back for thirds. 

Shia LaBoeuf is in a lift

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In case you haven’t heard, Shia LaBeouf is in a lift. I am staring at a pair of lift doors, which occasionally open to see a glimpse of gawky conversers. Even as I write this, I’m still listening. And I’m not really sure why. So far people have spoken about odds on (and chortled painfully through my speakers), others have tried to discern exactly what meta-modernism is. LaBeouf patiently conducts his way through, encouraging speech out of some, backing off in others. He looks tired, in the small snatches where we see him. The door opens, and he takes his jumper off, and I wonder whether anytime soon someone will step in and say “hey, let’s sit on the floor, let’s be silent”. But as he notes himself, apparently English people don’t like silence.

At one point they all descend into existentialism. For who are the lab rats? Who is performing? Maybe they’re all scientists? They’re all waiting, whether in a queue, or in the lift. But what about me? I’m not waiting. I’m choosing to listen. There is no delay. Well. I’m waiting to stop listening, so I can start working. And I nearly do. But then I hear Stuart Webber’s tones, asking them to get on to the next person. Suddenly LaBeouf is telling Webber he ain’t being fair. “Man I’m sorry but you can’t do that, that’s not fair you’re making it weird, they can make their own decisions c’mon I know you’re the president of the Oxford Union but you can’t dictate us”. Webber presumably dissipates, and LaBeouf carries on. Fame, after all, controls the Union. This is some performance art.

Everyone wants to be remembered. And LaBeouf seeks someone who stumbles in, and gets their vibe. Or maybe he wishes he never begun. Although, against myself, I sort of trust LaBeouf, and I trust what he’s doing. And although he stands in a small square, in airless air, meeting people who have queued for hours or paid someone in the queue £50 for their spot, he takes it in. When the third person asks him how the three of them (LaBeouf, Rönkkö & Turner) met each other, purely within the time I have been watching, he doesn’t sound exhausted. And neither am I, listening to the answer. He finds ways of paraphrasing himself, of rephrasing. I begin to respect him as I listen. Even if it’s just for not being sardonic in the face of inanity, and weirdly broad questions. But is it art? The fatal question. I’m inclined to say no. But. It’s interesting. It’s something. And I’m still listening.

Restaurant Review: Pierre Victoire

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Whenever I think of the archetypal family-visit restaurant, Pierre Victoire comes straight to mind. It was not on such an occasion that I went back to Pierre Victoire last week, but on the return visit of a friend from their year abroad. At roughly £10 for a lunchtime menu, the price was ok, but a little on the expensive side. Since it was a relatively special occasion, this did not perturb me.

The décor makes a pretence of transporting you to some small rustic village in the Landes, with its extensive wood interior and over-used chalkboards with fl owers draped across them dotted around its three floors of prime Jericho real estate.

The lunch menu is good. There is plenty to choose from, with all the meals, from the onion soup to the cheeseboard sticking to the Gallic theme; they even off er a basket of baguette as standard with that classic French mistake: unsalted butter. Of course, this minor inconvenience is easily remedied by adding salt, so no marks lost for staying close to their French bistr(-insp)o. Having worked all morning on my dissertation, I certainly deserved the duck and calamari that I devoured there. My companion chose the duck as well, opting for chicken liver pâté to start.

The service was, as it should have been were we in France, relatively brusque, with waiters pretending not to listen as we gave our order. In any case, the meals came quickly, which always makes up for any air of arrogance on the part of the staff . My calamari, unlike the last time I had it at a takeaway in Brighton where it had all the texture and taste of rubber bands, melted in my mouth like butter; that it was covered in greasy batter was of no concern to me.

The pâté, that archetypal and paradigmatic French starter, was necessarily incredible; I certainly recommend that in future, even though the calamari was excellent. The duck confit was an improvement on an already grand lunch (being my favourite meal.) It was perfectly cooked, such that the duck fell apart with the slightest touch of the knife, with the outside remaining crispy. The potato rosti was also an interesting addition to the dish, given the scarcity of English restaurants which serve the Swiss’ claim-to-culinary-fame.

The jus was also perfectly cooked and did not split on its way from kitchen to table: the surest sign of culinary success. Since a sauce really makes the difference between a good French meal and an excellent one, I can only commend Pierre Victoire on their success. In and out in 55 minutes, only £7.50 lighter (and probably 7.50lb heavier), I was a satisfied customer. 

Prayers for Dawkins defended

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The Church of England has defended a tweet it posted offering “prayers for Prof Dawkins and his family” after Dawkins suffered a stroke. The post was retweeted, as thousands of Christians adopted the hashtag #PrayForDawkins.

Others, however, argued that the Church of England showed a lack of respect by offering prayers to Dawkins, who has spent his life campaigning against religion.

The Communication Director of the Church of England issued a statement responding to allegations from former politician Nikki Sinclaire that its comments were “ignorant and sarcastic” and that the tweet was a form of “trolling”.

Rev Arun Arora responded that “many recognized the tweet for what it was, a genuine tweet offering a prayer for a public person who was unwell”. Arguing that critics had misunderstood the purpose of the prayer, he wrote, “Some of the Twitter reaction assumed that

Christians only pray for other Christians. In fact Christians pray for all kinds of people. They pray for their friends and families. They pray for their community,” he wrote. “Poets write poetry, musicians play music, Christians pray. And they love,” Arora added.

Many Christians defended their use of the hashtag. “It’s a strange world where the Church of England has to ‘defend’ praying for someone,” one church member tweeted.

The Oxford Humanist society told Cherwell, “In the absence of any concrete evidence to the contrary, we assume that the call for prayers for Richard Dawkins is made out of genuine concern and for no other reason. Naturally we do not expect such prayers to have any effect on Professor Dawkins, but understand them as, ‘Best wishes for a speedy recovery’. We seek to make a better world for everybody based on the principles of reason and compassion, and believe that dialogue and co-operation with religious groups can further this aim. We do not represent Professor Dawkins, whose personal opinion regarding prayers for him may differ from ours.”

Dawkins has claimed that his stroke was brought on from the stress of his embroilment in a Twitter controversy, after he retweeted a video likening feminists to Islamists.

Ex Vice-Chancellor was highest paid in UK

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The previous Vice-Chancellor of Oxford University, Andrew Hamilton, was the highest single earner of university chiefs, according to a report issued earlier this month by the University and College Union (UCU.) The report, which investigated 159 institutions, found Hamilton received a salary of £462,000 in 2014-5.

This meant that Hamilton had the third-highest annual salary of university chiefs, but the two universities who paid higher wages had two heads each. University bosses received an average salary of £272,432, an increase of three per cent on the previous year and 6.7 times the average pay of their staff. The report shows that while Vice-Chancellors’ pay has risen 14 per cent over the last five years, staff pay has only risen by five per cent.

Sally Hunt, the UCU general secretary, stated, “The time has finally come for a frank and open discussion about pay and transparency in higher education. The huge disparities in the levels of pay and pay rises at the top expose the arbitrary nature of senior pay in our universities.”

When asked if the Vice-Chancellor pay at Oxford seemed justified, an Oxford spokesperson told Cherwell, “[Oxford] is consistently ranked among the handful of best universities in the world. The Vice-Chancellor’s salary reflects that.”

The spokesperson also highlighted an inconsistency, saying, “The UCU are saying that Professor Hamilton’s total package (including pensions) went up from £442k to £462k. They are not comparing like with like. The comparable figures are £454,000 for 2014 and £462,000 for 2015 – a total rise of 1.7 per cent.”

Oxford’s current Vice-Chancellor Richardson has stated, “The argument for the salaries Vice Chancellors are paid is that universities… have to compete globally if we are to attract the best university leaders. Compared to many university staff, Vice Chancellors are indeed very highly paid, but [not] compared to bankers and footballers.”

JCRs fund coaches to Yarl’s Wood

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On Sunday evening, the Magdalen and Wadham JCRs each voted in favour of motions to donate £250 to Movement for Justice (MFJ) to support the organisation’s protest next month at the Yarl’s Wood Immigration Removal Centre. A similar motion was proposed at New College’s JCR meeting, although it was not passed.

The detention centre holds over 350 detainees, overwhelmingly women, who are awaiting either the approval of their asylum applications or deportation.

The centre has faced controversy since opening in 2001, including allegations of human rights abuses. Yarl’s Wood was burnt down during protests by detainees in 2002. In a report last summer, Nick Hardwick, chief inspector of prisons, described the centre as “a place of national concern”. According to the report, 15 of the detainees had been held without charge for over six months.

According to the Surround #YarlsWood demonstration’s Facebook event, Movement for Justice ‘‘Will be returning to Yarl’s Wood in force to demand that ALL the women are freed, Yarl’s Wood is SHUT DOWN and ALL detention Centres are closed once and for all!’’

MFJ goes on to describe the protest as ‘‘fighting to win the most basic of demands as human beings.’’ The JCRs’ donations are to be spent by the Movement for Justice on “coaches to the demonstration and advertising for the demonstration’’.

Ella Sackville Adjei, who proposed the Wadham JCR motion, described Yarl’s Wood as ‘‘A truly horrific institution, where people who have committed no crime are forced to endure prison-like conditions’’ and ‘a source of national shame’. Ms Sackville Adjei went on to tell Cherwell, “The money raised will go towards subsidising the Oxford coach, and paying for coaches from elsewhere in the country so that people who otherwise could not afford travel to the demo in Bedfordshire will be able to attend – it is vital that activist spaces are open to all, regardless of financial status, and I think it is really important that institutions with as much spare money as Oxford colleges help to facilitate this.”

Movement for Justice described the JCRs’ decisions as “so exciting”, telling Cherwell, “The donation from Magdalen means so much to us because it means we can continue to make getting ex-detainees and asylum seekers to the demonstrations seats – we want no one to feel they cannot come because of lack of money, these donations help make that happen.”

John Stephens of Magdalen, told Cherwell that at a talk earlier this month by Movement for Justice, students were “shocked by accounts of the conditions in Yarl’s Wood,” which included allegations of “withholding of vital medication and sexual assault by guards”.

In its motion, Magdalen JCR notes, “The demonstration aims to bring together activists, organisers and asylum seekers from across the country to help build a network of campaigners and create links between movements.

“It is also an opportunity for detainees (many of whom are not native English speakers) to contact campaigners and access legal counsel.”

In response to Cherwell‘s request for comment, A Home Office spokesman said, “Detention and removal are essential parts of effective immigration controls, helping to ensure that those with no right to remain in the UK are returned to their home country if they will not leave voluntarily. 

“We take the welfare of our detainees extremely seriously, which is why the Home Secretary commissioned the Stephen Shaw review which was published last month. We are now working on significant reforms in relation to mental health, how those “at risk” are considered and ensuring there is a stronger focus on removal so that people spend the minimum amount of time in detention before they leave the country.” 

Serco, the firm responsible for operating Yarl’s Wood, did not respond to Cherwell’s request for comment.

 

 

Second-hand book holds a hidden secret

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A William Blake book containing a first draft of Thom Yorke’s ‘Airbag’ was found at the Oxfam charity shop on St Giles. It is projected to be sold at auction in March for upwards of £3,500. Yorke has agreed to donate the proceeds from the sale of Songs of Innocence and Experience to Oxfam.

The book, Songs of Innocence and Experience, was donated by Yorke in early 2015 along with a batch of other books. Mispriced initially by volunteers working in the shop who weren’t aware of who its donor was, the book was found by volunteer Alexander Barker in the 50 pence section of the shop.

‘Airbag’ is the opening song on Radiohead’s classic 1997 album OK Computer, inspired by a car crash Yorke and his girlfriend had in 1987.

Barker, a political theory tutor at St Benet’s Hall, who has been volunteering at Oxfam since 2003, said that it was luck that he made the discovery, not having expected anything of the sort when he opened the book. He said that prior to finding the Yorke lyrics, the most exciting thing he had found in Oxfam shops were annotations by prominent academics in books they had donated.

Barker, who is himself an avid Radiohead fan, told Cherwell, “I’m obviously happy about it. Everything else pales in comparison to finding this.” Still beaming, he said that another positive for him was that it was, “Nice to work in an environment where absolutely everyone involved is gaining something.”

He added that he and another volunteer, Andrew Chapman, knew immediately how valuable the discovery was, both as memorabilia for hard-core Radiohead fans and as an insight into Yorke’s creative process.

Chapman, who works as an airline pilot but has moonlighted as Oxfam’s rare books specialist for the past 16 years, has experience with discoveries like this one. In 2007 the Oxfam branch in which he worked found a first edition copy of Graham Greene’s Rumour at Nightfall, which ended up being sold for £15,000.

Regarding the Blake book, he told Cherwell, “Radiohead is one of the few bands that will only increase in popularity. With this discovery, we get to see Thom’s working method.

It looks like he wrote these lyrics in about 20 minutes, but in a good way. There is an immediate sense of potency when you see what he’s written.” But he also said it was difficult to determine exactly how much it was worth, a sentiment that was shared by Lydia Wilkinson of

Bloomsbury Auctions, the group that Oxfam uses to sell books that are likely to be too expensive for usual store customers – usually anything that is worth more than £1,000.

Wilkinson told Cherwell, “While this book was very clearly special, we don’t have any precedent, so made the decision to take it to auction.” Though the auction will not begin until 18th March, she said that even in these early stages there had already been a lot of interest.

“I expect that it could make a few thousand pounds at least,” she said. Barker also made a prediction in that range, telling Cherwell that he thought the price could go as high as five or six thousand pounds.

But that said, the book pales in comparison with other charity shop finds. For example, at a charity store in Burlington, North Carolina, one customer paid $2.48 for what was actually one of 20 officially-commissioned copies of the Declaration of Independence. It ended up fetching £331,335 at auction.

Oxfam itself once realised that six Mozart sonatas had been incorrectly bundled with other items and were about to be sold for only £3,000. But in that case, the donors asked for a return of their donation, meaning that Oxfam wasn’t able to profit from the discovery.

College JCRs ponder pet tortoise logistics

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Balliol’s recent decision to sponsor George, the Durrell Foundation’s 100-year-old radiated tortoise, follows the return into favour of these cold-blooded creatures as every proud college’s must-have pet animal.

This year’s Comrades Tortoise, the elected tortoise representative in the Balliol JCR, Phoebe Grant-Smith and Lottie Dodd, proposed the motion for Balliol to adopt its own tortoise. It was overwhelmingly approved by the College’s JCR on Sunday of Fifth Week.

The two finalists originally intended to keep the animal on college grounds, but after having discussed the necessity for upcoming student bodies to provide adequate quantities of lettuce and strawberries during the next century or so, the committee opted for sponsoring the Durrell Foundation’s own reptile from a distance.

For a few years now, Balliol JCR members have been forbidden from keeping a tortoise after the last one passed away.

During their election campaign for the Comrades Tortoise position in Michaelmas 2015, Grant-Smith and Dodd were determined to bring the long-missed animals back to Balliol, yet they claimed that “a tortoise is for life, not just the fleeting desires of a student body,” to remind everyone of the serious responsibilities entailed. Grant-Smith told Cherwell, “We had this genius idea of sponsoring a tortoise from the Durrell Foundation so that technically the College has a tortoise but we don’t have to look after it (and potentially accidentally kill it). They can do this for us.”

It came as a disappointment to some members of the JCR that sponsoring a tortoise would not allow them to choose its name.

The Durrell Foundation compromise was not enough to satisfy one first year, who told Cherwell that, “This isn’t getting a tortoise! I am going to call for a vote of no confidence in our current Comrades Tortoise.”

Balliol is not alone in its pursuit of a slow companion. Tempted to join the half-dozen colleges that already have a tortoise, Oriel passed a motion on the Sunday of Fourth Week to start looking for one to adopt.

In answer to animal welfare concerns similar to those raised in Balliol, the species’ habit of hibernating in unused fridges or empty boxes for around five months was mentioned as a way to lighten the burden of the designated tortoise keepers. Unsure of which breed would suit the college’s ideals best, Oriel JCR decided that the matter would be discussed in greater detail in Sixth Week, once practical questions had been thoroughly investigated.

Magdalen, on the other hand, has succeeded in avoiding these difficulties by electing a new “human tortoise” every year. Called Oscar d’Tortoise, this individual participates in Corpus Christi’s historical Tortoise Fair in the Trinity term and is tasked with eating an entire head of lettuce at every meeting of the JCR.

This strict diet is partly in preparation for the tortoise race, the culminating point of the festivities organised by Corpus Christi for charity. In order to facilitate Oscar’s training, a new amendment has just been made to the original ‘Lettuce Allowance’ constitution.

In dedicating 60p of its budget to the regular purchase of the required amount of lettuce, the JCR also encouraged Oscar d’Tortoise to eat only organic lettuce, thus making the most of the money spent by Magdalen JCR.

The present Oscar, Missourian Zachary Klamann told Cherwell, “I find it incredibly demanding on my stomach capacity.” But this is a sacrifice which he is willing to make as part of his vocation. “I’m a big tortoise fan. As they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, I just thought I’d flatter tortoises as much as possible.”

When recalling the elections for his position, Klamann noted, “I ran unopposed but still somehow managed to only get 88 per cent of the vote or something like that, so that’s relatively embarrassing, no matter – tortoises don’t cry.”

Ink and Stone: Nuffield College

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The more I read about Oxford architecture, the more I realise that architectural historians are, for the most part, hyper-critical narcissists. The phrase ‘those who can’t do, write’ comes to mind – although that might be something of a boulder catapulted through the fragile glass walls of student journalism. In keeping with this cliché of excessive negativity, I’d like to reproduce some of the choice quotes that have been expressed in relation to Nuffield College. “Oxford’s biggest monument to barren reaction”; “a hodge-podge from the start”; “a gauche parody of the steeples of medieval Oxford” or that the “best hope for the college is vegetation.”

The college was built in 1949 on the former site of the Oxford canal basin – it’s situated on New Road, opposite the car park – so the next time you’ll walk past it will probably be on the way to Park End. Despite the critical timbre of the writing that pertains to Nuffield, I think peeking in through its west gate would be a gratifying diversion next time you’re drunkenly careening towards a small hot and loud room full of thwarted conversations and inevitable regret.

I like Nuffield college, and the reason I like it is basically the same reason that a lot of people dislike it – it’s a bit of a “hodge-podge”. The quad of Nuffield exudes an air of parochialism, with high gables; irregular stone slate roofing and wooden framed hip-roof dormers. Stylistically, it could almost fit into the standard cottage model of so many of Oxford’s outlying villages – expressed in archetypal honey-coloured Cotswold stone. And yet, the inscrutably smooth ashlar facades, the curiously sharply cut mullions – particularly the rounded arches of the doorways evoke a retro-futurist sense of modernity – the ideas of modernism expressed in the language of tradition. Nowhere is this more evident than in the copper-spiked library tower, whose modernist sharp lines and regimented windows rise inexplicably out of the quad. All of this makes a walk around Nuffield slightly surreal – it feels like stepping backwards to step forwards, seeing an architect desperately reaching towards the future, out of the past.

This was not what architect Austen Harrison first envisaged when he started work on Nuffield – the noted designer of several buildings for the diplomatic core in the Middle East, including the high commissioner’s residence in Jerusalem. He produced the blueprints for a massive, round arched, Greek Doric building, with split-level quad and vaulting lantern tower. Lord Nuffield, the benefactor behind the founding of the college, rejected Harrison’s initial plans as being “un-English”. This search for a more ‘English’ style drove Harrison to the curious hodge-podge reality of the parish-pump modernism of the college’s architecture. Lord Nuffield was, of course, William Morris (not that one) – the founder of Morris Motors, whose interwar car factories so transformed the outskirts of eastern Oxford. His legacy is acted out in the motor wheel motifs that adorn the gable ends of the quad – a homage to the technology which allowed for the college to be built in the first place.

However, in insisting on the ‘Englishness’ of his collegiate legacy, Morris fulfils the archetype of that certain class of English industrialist who revered the bucolic particularism of old England, and yet acted as one of the primary motors of its disappearance. This entrenched doublethink – the nostalgic moderniser, lies at the heart of the curious beauty of this much maligned piece of Oxford’s landscape, which may not deserve a reappraisal by those who actually know about architecture, but certainly deserves a few minutes of your attention.