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Crewdating guide tells freshers how to achieve ‘success’

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This week the existence of a “Crew Date Flair Guide” was revealed. The guide details instructions that members of The Saints (the combined St Anne’s and St John’s rugby team) should follow in order to achieve crew dating success.

A copy of the document, originally written approximately five or six years ago, was distributed to first year students in October. It included details on the appropriate use of a “wingman”, the purpose of the “central Kill-Zone” and how to maximise chances of success through the use of a special seating plan.

One section of the guide, called “The Setup,” advises readers against a girl-boy seating plan but describes how “undesirables” should be “penned” into a corner and seated next to attached men. This allows the formation of a “central Kill-Zone” consisting of the “major social players and easiest women.” At the other end of the table, seating an attractive single female in a corner allows her to be “chatted up using the perfect “opposite and next to” wingman technique.”

After Jamal’s, readers are advised to check which women on their “shortlist” will be going clubbing. “You will only score once you get past the defence and into a one-on-one,” it tells its readers. If such a one-on-one is established, the guide advises other players to distract the girl’s “more sensible” friends. The wingman’s role at a club is thus to preserve any “one-on-one” opportunities that the team establish.

Some have taken the guide’s existence as a disappointing demonstration that for some crewdating is purely seen as a strategic opportunity to score, rather than it being an opportunity to meet other students of similar academic or extra-curricular interests. Katie Dean, of Mansfield College, commented, ‘This kind of sexist attitude is unexpected. It is sad to think that some students retain this misconceived view of how it is appropriate to treat female students.’

However others have instead labelled the guide as ‘lighthearted’. One rower, who wished to remain anonymous, told Cherwell, ‘Everyone knows what goes on with a crew date, those who don’t like it just don’t go.’ The only surprise they expressed was that someone had gone to the effort to make such a guide.

That Was The Year That Was

While New Year’s resolutions are still resolute, and the faint taste of mince pies still lingers on our lips, Cherwell takes a final look back at 2011, a year in which revolutions swept the Arab world, the English rioted, the EU tottered ever closer to breaking point, and the British press was forced to take a long, hard look at itself.

 

When Mohammed Bouazzi, a young Tunisian fruit seller, set himself on fire in December 2010 in protest at harassment by the authorities, the Arab Spring ignited, spreading across the region in a wave of protests. Within a month, the 24 year reign of Tunisian dictator President Ben Ali had come to an end. Tens of thousands of Egyptians filled Cairo’s Tahrir Square, leading President Mubarak to step down after 30 years in power. The grizzliest dictator of them all, Colonel Gaddafi, managed no less than 42 years, before being killed by rebels in October at the end of the 6 month war in Libya.

 

Meanwhile, Yemen’s Ali Abdullah Saleh finally caved in to popular pressure after 9 months of protests while, over 5,000 lives later, Bashar Assad is still clinging to power in Syria (though some hope the arrival of Arab League observers will stop the spiral into civil war). Islamist parties have had significant electoral successes in Morocco, Tunisia and Egypt, leading some in the west to talk of an ‘Arab Winter’.

 

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After four years of cult-building as Prime Minister, Vladimir Putin surprised no one by announcing that he would be swapping jobs with Dmitry Medvedev, and running again for President in 2012. When Putin’s party then swept the board in parliamentary elections tens of thousands of Russians took to the streets of Moscow and St Petersburg in the freezing December weather, to protest against the results, which they believed were rigged. Putin has since made vague noises about engaging in political ‘dialogue’.

 

TIME magazine declared ‘the protester’ to be their person of the year, with ordinary people making their voices heard across the globe in and beyond the Arab world and Russia.  Women (and men) bared their bodies in SlutWalks, in response to Toronto policeman Michael Sanguinetti’s comment that ‘women should avoid dressing like sluts in order not to be victimised’. The Occupy Wall Street movement declared ‘We are the 99%’ when it pitched camp in New York. Anti-capitalism camps then sprang up in cities across the world, including outside St Paul’s in London.

 

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As austerity measures began to bite across Europe, Greeks were the most violent in venting their anger, while Britain saw its biggest public sector strikes for a generation. Meanwhile, the Eurozone lurched from crisis to near catastrophe, increasingly drunk with the weight of its sovereign debt and bailouts amounting to hundreds of billions of Euros. The governments of Ireland, Portugal, Greece, and Spain tumbled one after the other, and it was these economic woes, rather than facing trials for corruption and having sex with an underage prostitute, that finally felled Italy’s Prime Minister, Silvio ‘bunga bunga’ Berlusconi. While Cameron exercising Britain’s veto to “protect” the City had some arguing that we are now on the sidelines in Europe, the Eurozone leaders have yet to get a grip on the crisis.

 

England’s cities went up in flames in August, as peaceful protests following the mistaken killing of Mark Duggan by a policeman in Tottenham turned to riots, which spread across London and the rest of the country for four days. Looters made off with trolley-loads of TVs, trainers, clothes and food, while historic buildings burnt, and the police stood by, helpless to prevent the anarchy. Thousands have so far been arrested and charged over the violence, and many Brits said they would support the army being used to quell riots.

 

The UK rejected changing the electoral system from First Past The Post to the Alternative Vote by a staggering margin of 67.9% to 32.1% in a referendum in May. While mud was slung on both sides of the campaign, the most controversial advert was a poster of an ill baby with the slogan “She needs a new cardiac facility NOT an alternative voting system”, used by the No campaign to claim that changing the voting system would have cost £250m. 

 

Warring Democrats and Republicans brought the US economy to the brink over raising the debt ceiling, and the US then lost the prized triple A rating on its debt.  Republican presidential hopefuls have sharpened their swords, and then fallen on them in an increasingly bizarre series of faux-pas. Rick Perry couldn’t remember which government agencies he wanted to close, Michele Bachmann suggested that the earthquake and hurricane on the East Coast was a message from God, and Herman Cain’s campaign folded after accusations of sexual harassment. Mormon millionaire Mitt Romney is currently leading the polls for Tuesday’s crucial caucus in Iowa.

 

Almost ten years after the 9/11 attacks, the world’s most wanted man, Osama Bin Laden, was shot by US special forces in a gated compound in the quiet Pakistani town of Abbottabad in May. US-Pakistani relations subsequently soured, with the Pakistani government suspected of complicity in enabling the Al-Qaeda mastermind to live in relative comfort, and not in a cave as believed. Relations took a further turn for the worse when the Americans accidentally killed 24 Pakistani soldiers in an airstrike, and the overland route through the country, to supply the 10 year old war in Afghanistan, was then shut off.

 

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Americans commemorated the tenth anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. This in the same year that they withdrew their remaining forces from Iraq, and announced an official end to the war that came as a direct response to the attack on the Twin Towers.

 

Hillary Clinton went to Myanmar, in the first visit to the country by an American Secretary of State in 56 years.  The national junta made gestures towards softening its repressive regime, allowing greater freedom to Aung San Suu Kyi, the leader of the democracy movement, whom they released in 2010 after 15 years of house arrest.

 

The South of what was then Sudan voted to secede from the country, and the UN welcomed the new nation of South Sudan as its 193rd member. Meanwhile, the Palestinians launched their own bid to become the 194th full member of the United Nations, with the US promising to veto the motion if it reached the Security Council.

 

Violence erupted in Norway as Anders Behring Breivik embarked on a 69-person killing spree at a Labour Party-run camp, after exploding a car bomb in Oslo that left eight people dead. He defended his actions as atrocious but necessary for the protection of Europe against a Muslim invasion. Psychiatrists concluded he was suffering from paranoid schizophrenia.

 

Tragedy also struck Japan, when an earthquake and tsunami killed 18,000 in March, leaving parts of the country looking like a post-Hiroshima wasteland, and causing a meltdown at the Fukishima nuclear plant. The fallout from radiation is, as yet, unknown. Earthquakes in New Zealand and Turkey claimed up to 1,000 lives.

 

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Extreme weather linked to climate change flooded much of Bangkok in the autumn, but the deal brokered in Durban was seen by many as no more than a plan to construct an actual deal in several years time. Famine also struck the Horn of Africa, with up to 10m people affected.

 

2011 saw the deaths of important figures across the globe. Kim Jong-Il was replaced by his son Kim Jong-Un as Supreme Leader of North Korea, after the former’s death on 17th December. Apple’s innovative number one, Steve Jobs, lost a prolonged fight against pancreatic cancer at the age of 56, while Christopher Hitchens, formerly of Balliol College, died of pneumonia as a result of complications from esophageal cancer. Amy Winehouse died of alcohol poisoning at the age of 27, while football mourned the death of Gary Speed

 

Dominique Strauss-Kahn, former head of the IMF and onetime darling of the French Left, suffered a tumultuous fall from grace after he was arrested in New York on charges of sexually assaulting a hotel maid. Despite the claimant’s case falling apart after she was revealed to have lied when giving evidence, the episode prompted French novelist Tristane Banon to accuse DSK of sexual assault eight years previously. Conspiracy theories of political collusion to disgrace Strauss-Kahn, tipped for the Presidential candidacy of the Socialist party, abounded.

 

Meanwhile, the indiscretions of the well-known and well-heeled in the UK became of increasing interest to the public, as consternation about super-injunctions came to a head.  So averse to Britain’s liberal values were these press-gagging court orders felt to be, that the Prime Minister himself waded in to share his misgivings on the matter. But sympathy for the press lasted only for so long. The News of the World, a tabloid paper owned by News International, the British newspaper division of Rupert Murdoch’s News Corporation, was forced to close after a story broke revealing the endemic use of phone hacking by its journalists. The scandal, which resurfaced in July after previous instances involving celebrities whose phones had been hacked, provoked general opprobrium as new victims, including a murdered 13-year old, 7/7 victims, and relatives of deceased British soldiers, were revealed to have been targeted.

 

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All was not doom and gloom this year though, as 26 million Brits tuned in to see the marriage of Prince William to Kate Middleton in April, while a further 23 million Americans and 41 million Indians watched the Royal wedding.

 

On the 31st October the UN selected several babies, born on that day, to mark the date that the earth’s population was estimated to have reached 7 billion.


And so, on to 2012, with the Olympics, the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee, yet more upheaval in the Eurozone, US and Russian presidential elections, and the Mayan end of an era/end of the world to look forward to.

Church history tutor knighted

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Diarmaid MacCulloch, Oxford’s Professor of the History of the Church, has received a knighthood in recognition of his services to scholarship.

Professor MacCulloch is widely regarded within the academic community as a leading scholar on issues within Reformation Theology. His publication, “Reformation: Europe’s House Divided 1490-1700” has been a necessary textbook for Church Historians since its publication in 2003. More recently the academic has become best known for his successful BBC series “A History of Christianity” and its accompanying book of the same name. This text won MacCulloch McGill University’s Cundill Prize, the largest history book prize in the world.

MacCulloch told the BBC that he was “extremely honoured, flattered and delighted,” that he had been chosen for such an honour. He emphasised that he saw the award as not just for him but in recognition of the immense importance of arts subjects, commenting, “They are the sanity of our society. Without them we wouldn’t have memory and we wouldn’t know how to look at the future properly.” MacCulloch emphasised this again in his comments to Cherwell, stating, “These are not easy times for any university and it’s good that the country gives what we do some credit.”

MacCulloch also described the process of receiving such an honour, “It was quick a shock when the quiet initial sounding out came, approximately a year ago. After that, all is silence until a brown envelope arrives from Downing Street requiring the answer yes or no, and the next you hear is when the press start ringing. The investiture, I guess, will be sometime this winter.” When asked if it had been difficult keeping the news to himself, MacCulloch replied, “As for secrecy, you get used to discretion in university politics.”

Fellow Church History tutor and lecturer the Revd Dr Andrew Teal told Cherwell that he was “thrilled” and that the knighthood was “great news.” He commented, “I’m delighted, not only for Professor MacCulloch, but for Theology in general, and Church History in particular. Diarmaid and I were both students at Ripon College, Cuddesdon together, and he was pretty obviously an enormously gifted historian with a genius for communicating clearly, originally and creatively.” He described MacCulloch’s work as “an adventurous commitment to understanding the development of doctrine and the Church.”

Teal went on, “His capacity to communicate has become increasingly evident through his block-busting book and brilliant BBC television series on the history of the Church. He has brought a nuanced, interesting and witty take on a vast variety of subjects, maintaining interesting trajectories without collapsing diversity or imposing anachronistic uniformity.”

The award came within the New Year’s Honours List, and was described by the Guardian as “something of a rebuke to the Church of England.” MacCulloch’s original intention was to be ordained into the church but he turned towards an academic career in reaction to the Church’s attitude towards gay people.

MacCulloch is a fellow of St Cross College.

2011: An Alternative Look

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When I was in secondary school, the few of us who were barely numerate were made, each year, to take the ‘maths challenge’.  In a bid to add levity to the experience, question one would usually involve the number of that year. In life as in maths challenge, I didn’t have high hopes for 2011. But in life as in maths challenge, I underestimated it a tad. 2011 seems like one of those awkward prime numbers. Actually, it’s a ‘sexy prime’. And the year 2011 has thrown up one or two juicy bits of its own.

January – A big cheer went up from South Sudan as people voted for a wiggly line across a map. This was followed by an even bigger cheer from international atlas-printing companies.

February – My birthday. Also an Egyptian dictator steps down after thirty years in power, but you have to prioritise these things. Charlie Sheen coins the word “bi-winning”. I still don’t know what it means.

March – Bad things going down in Japan and Libya so we try and forget about it by having a nice big Census. Love a good form.

April – Facebook polluted with fashionable cynics declaring their refusal to watch the Royal Wedding, then ‘Liking’ sixty pages related to Pippa Middleton.

May – bin Laden settles down to enjoy the May Bank holiday. He should have taken out a privacy injunction, but was told by Ryan Giggs that they’re a bit shite.

June – There’s some stuff going on with these Greek guys trying to borrow a few quid.

July – Harry Potter film franchise ends, adding to already horrific youth unemployment figures. Amy Winehouse decides on the ‘go while you’re young and on a high’ option – probably in both senses. I finally stop receiving creepy answerphone messages from Rupert Murdoch.

August – It took about six years, but Kaiser Chiefs’ prediction came true. Five-year-olds singing ‘London’s Burning’ are not told to shut up by their parents. Accessorize plundered on a scale not seen since AD 865.

September – We are the 99%! And have been for far too long! Like the effing battery charge indicator on my laptop.

October – Steve Jobs and Muammar Gaddafi depart from this world, leaving people to debate their favourite former All-Powerful Overlord Of An Empire That Produces Valuable Commodities. The Other Place replaces their university chancellor, HRH The Duke of Edinburgh, with the guy who runs Sainsbury’s. Tabs: always plumping for the discount option.

November – A sprinkling of Real Life in Oxford, as public-sector strikers make it awkward to swagger down Broad Street like a boss. Jeremy Clarkson offends everyone again – a talent he has been nurturing since birth. The EU begins its annual discussion relating to cod. Teenage boys begin their annual procrastination relating to COD.

December David Cameron decides to be the ‘indie kid’ of European leaders. The Iraq War (what’s that?) officially ends. Madame Tussaud’s pricks its ears as Kim Jong-Il dies.

Thus on to 2012. It promises… well promise. And its share of fun, fees and the bland.  In the meantime, keep calm and carry on – old posters can’t go wrong.

Unions at his Beck-ham call

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The Oxford and Cambridge Unions have been involved in a battle to secure David Beckham as a speaker this term, according to the Daily Mirror. Beckham has never spoken at either Union before and both institutions are anticipating large numbers if he speaks.

 

A source for the newspaper has said that, “David may not seem the most likely candidate but the unions are squabbling with each other to get him. His career is unique and they think he would be an inspiration to students. Neither wants to back down so the other can snap him up.”

 

Beckham has played for L. A. Galaxy since leaving Real Madrid in 2007 and is currently in talks with Paris St Germain over a possible move to France, almost a decade after he left Manchester United.

 

The Oxford Union President for Hilary 2012, Lauren Pringle, told Cherwell that the Union has records of correspondence with Mr Beckham’s agent which go back over a year. “We invite him just about every term to come and speak at the Union. Because celebrities are so busy it works best if we stay in agents’ consciousness by re-issuing invites every term just so that they are aware of us should the opportunity arise.”

 

Pringle stated that the news of Cambridge’s rival attempt to poach Mr Beckham have come as a surprise to the Union.

 

“We were not even aware that the Cambridge Union were also trying to invite Mr. Beckham, though we can understand why they would be thrilled by a visit from him – Mr. Beckham is a world class sportsman and an inspirational figure.”

 

However, the Oxford Union committee has said that, had they known that they were in competition with Cambridge, “we would have tried for a joint approach, as we have found that this is often very successful”.

 

Pringle explained that this clash might result in failure for either Union. “Working in conjunction with the Cambridge Union is more fruitful than ‘doing battle’ with them: not only would it look unprofessional for us to be at loggerheads but also might put Mr. Beckham off attending either institution, which would be a great shame.

 

‘At the end of the day we are both like-minded institutions and if a speaker enjoys an address they give at either Union it can only make it more likely that they will attend the other institution as well.” It is unconfirmed whether Beckham will speak at either of the Unions this term.

 

Surviving the ‘Crimbo Limbo’

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So, you’ve made it through Michaelmas unscathed and alive (albeit broke). You have somehow come up against library all-nighters, endured painful critical reading, held up the stamina for daily lab sessions, and yes, you’ve won. Congratulations, you deserve something shiny, or at the very least a first in collections, but for now the prize manifests itself in the Christmas Vac. 

I’ve experienced 19 Christmases in my lifetime, and so I’d deem myself relatively skilled at the festive season. For example, I know the correct order to ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas,’ including number ten, where the ten lords-a-leaping are disappointingly forgotten by many a pub-quizzer. I’ve more or less perfected my present buying strategies (amazon, gift-wrapping all you ‘add to basket’ so as to save unnecessary effort, of course). I’ve even, rather unfortunately, been a first hand witness to what happens when eggnog goes wrong. However, little did I know that eight family-free weeks at Uni would lull me into a false sense of parentless security come Christmas time. I was ignorant to the Darwinesque ‘survival of the fittest’ that would come from close proximity to those I share my DNA with. For me, like many households across Britain, the battle of the University Student is fully underway, and this time, it’s personal.

Christmas at the tender age of say, eight, we can look back upon now with a certain nostalgia. Gone are the days when we woke our parents up at 6 o’clock in the morning for stocking unwrapping, arguing that 6am is a perfectly satisfactory, ‘sociable’ time for present opening, and comparing it to [insert any fictional child’s name] who wakes her parents up at 5.30am so they should count themselves lucky, really. Gone is our belief in a curvaceous old man dressed in red who, for some strange reason, made it his mission every year to hand out presents to the 2.2 billion children in the world. Further still, we did not even think of questioning how Mr. Claus managed to find the time, stomach capacity, and sobriety to eat copious amounts of mince pies and drink cup after cup of sherry and still make the rounds. 

Yes, Christmas as a kid was debatably the best time of the year (birthdays were also held in equally high esteem), and the 12 days of Christmas, that is, the days between Christmas day and the 5th of January, were prime present exploration time/fun family ‘bonding’ time. Our close family friends and relatives would pop over amid our present playing to tell us ‘how much we’d grown,’ (‘none, I’m the same height you last saw me, Nan,’) and would desperately try to fool us into thinking they’d ‘got your nose’. We tolerated our relatives because our parents told us to, and we tolerated our parents because puberty hadn’t kicked in. We also had the latest toy/video game from the Argos catalogue to distance us from reality.

Nowadays, some of the magic of Santa still lives on through the efforts of our parents. Christmas day is generally successful; Mum’s caved in and finally realised the necessity of a PlayStation 3, a new puppy, GHD’s or whatever else we couldn’t afford without our parents’ generosity. We can tolerate board games and family movie time on the big day itself, the three hour Monopoly game becoming more and more ruthlessly competitive. However, it’s the time after Christmas day which necessitates that students across Britain fine tune their family coping mechanisms.

The twelve days of Christmas is the time when the family friends and elderly relatives we’ve successfully avoided since last Yule Tide come back into our lives. It is also the period where we realise board games are aptly named, the time where we overdose on turkey pie, turkey sandwiches, and turkey curry, and the period where our parents’ nagging really start to remind us how much we miss Uni. Some words of advice, then, on how to survive the family-filled break between Christmas and Uni.

1)    Take advantage of as much free food and drink you can. I’m not saying wait until your parents aren’t looking and quickly empty the fridge, but what I am saying is that when your parents offer you wine, or seconds for meals, you should indulge (with moderation…). Christmas is the one time of the year where you can openly be a glutton without judgement or guilt, and without spending your cherished student loan. Food and drink can also allow you to become slightly immune to any questions disguised as insults by interrogating relatives. For example:

Offensive relative (probably grandparent): “You’re 20 next month dear, isn’t it time you started to settle down a bit. Brian and I were married when we were your age.”

You:Oh, you’re so funny, here, more wine?”

This tactic works with all subjects, from your relationship status, political beliefs or religion to those concerning your questionable choice of hair colour.

2)    Stay out of the kitchen during meal preparation. Unless you’re the one cooking, just avoid this danger zone at all times. You won’t win against the parent: it’s a given fact; this is their turf. Even if you’re just going in for a drink, you will undoubtedly be doing something wrong and be blamed for when any food item/items burn, regardless of your intervention.

3)    Invite a friend over. Strength in numbers: the old cliché, but here it really does work. Not only will a friend not nag at you for leaving dirty dishes in your room, but you can actually have genuine fun in the comfort of your own home. I’m serious. A sparkly new friend to dinner can also distract attention away from you, allowing the floor to open up new questions aimed at your guest. Preferably pick someone self-absorbed, who will need less prompting when conversation turns to them.

 4)    Go out. You’re home, so go visit old school friends you’ve neglected for a month or two. And Facebook chat doesn’t count for a ‘reunion.’ Make sure you have some killer New Year’s plans since staying cooped up with the close family as you ring in 2012 is never a good plan (unless you’re ridiculously family tolerant, in which case, go ahead.).

5)    Have alone time. When times get tense with Mum or your siblings are grinding at your nerves for no apparent reason, sometimes you just need to bask in nothingness, or spend some quality time with your favourite TV series. If you can’t get away from the chaos, suddenly acquire an illness which, while having no obvious physical symptoms, requires copious bed rest. This way, you’ll get space whilst managing to elicit some sympathy from the rest of the household. Score. And if you’re not very capable at ‘catching’ bizarre illnesses, or are a highly flawed dramatist, then do as a third year English student does and “develop a reputation as the ‘unsociable one:’ that way people don’t think you’re being abnormally rude when you hide in your room.”

6)    Remind yourself it’s only for a short time. So what are you doing being so grumpy? In a few weeks time you’re going to be back in the Oxford bubble, back to the essay crises and the formal halls. Put a little effort in for the family; let the toddler hobble through your legs, tell your loopy Grandma that yes, all your talents are from her, maybe even tolerate and entertain your parents. You never know, you might just find yourself enjoying home life in return (even if it’s just a little bit). Oh, and that expensive Canon camera you wanted for you birthday – you might just get it.  

Review: Rebecca Ferguson – Heaven

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Just like Misha B was patently the most gifted contestant in this year’s X Factor, last year Rebecca Ferguson was without doubt the real talent of the competition, despite missing out on victory to Matt Cardle, whose first album has sunk without a trace.

Hopefully the same won’t happen to Ferguson — Heaven is a good deal better than the offerings we’ve come to expect from the SyCo pop factory. Not mind-numbing pop of the ilk of One Direction, or the boring dirge produced by Leona Lewis, Ferguson’s debut is soulful and has the added bonus of being at least in part self-penned.

The single ‘Nothing’s Real but Love’ is the stand-out song of the album and deserving of a higher chart position than 10, its peak. That’s not to say that other tracks aren’t worthy of release — ‘Fairytale’ is memorable and upbeat, while ‘Shoulder to Shoulder’ is a slow ballad that shows off her rich, mellifluous voice.

It’s simple balance like this (nothing too extreme, but enough variety) that keeps Heaven from ever rightfully being labelled boring. Sure it’s not cutting-edge, but it’s quality grown-up music, something you’d be forgiven for supposing to be impossible for an X Factor graduate. And to give Ferguson her credit, she hasn’t hit out at her alma mater a la Matt Cardle, but instead stood firm when Simon Cowell tried to thrust pre-written songs at her.

Maybe I’m biased; Ferguson was always my favourite in last year’s show, with just the right amount of saccharine back-story (a mother of two young children while still in her early twenties, she started the show painfully shy) — she would have had my vote if I weren’t so repelled by the prospect of filling Simon Cowell’s pocket with the extortionate phone charges. But I think even a staunch hater of the X Factor machine would have to give Ferguson credit for what is a genuinely great album, regardless of her career trajectory.

4 Stars

China’s Korean problem

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The range of possible events that could arise from the death of Kim Jong-Il runs from a degree of liberalising reform to nuclear war, which is to say that anything could happen, a prospect that would be slightly less terrifying if Western observers could do more than guess at the political machinations playing out around in Pyongyang. North Korea is legendary for its secretive isolation, often enforced at gunpoint; even the few tourists who venture there witness only a revolutionary pantomime of real life, in lieu of actual contact with any human being.  

Yet the decisions of the small cabal of warlords are almost matched for opacity by those of their main (and only) backer – China. The Communist Party’s stance on the various crises to plague the Koreas in the past few years has been confused at best. Hu Jintao begs constantly for more dialogue, more talks, more regional harmony and co-prosperity, and still refuses to even mention the notion that North Korea might be a threat to its neighbours. Despite burgeoning trade with the South, China grows defensive whenever the North launches an attack, kidnaps a Southern film director (I kid you not), or fires missiles off into the sea, retreating instead into bland calls for peace and dialogue, more hippy than authoritarian.

The attachment of China’s leaders to this bizarre, desolate scrap of land would seem to fly in the face of their avowedly pragmatic, ‘scientific’ foreign policy. The troughs of aid that the Chinese have poured into the place have bought little political influence, and have not even persuaded the North Korean army to stop shooting hapless Chinese farmers who stray too near the border. At a time when China’s rulers craves international respect and political influence, propping up a near-medieval backwater seems an odd choice.

The fact is that for all China’s mantric rambling about peaceful, harmonious development, the Communist party still promotes the belief that China is surrounded by racist-capitalist-imperialist-conspiracists led by the United States, waiting to carve the country up as soon as a weak point appears. Riots are blamed on the CIA, and foreign film and music condemned as ‘spiritual pollution’; phrases like “America’s strategy is clearly to mark out a line encircling China and make China suffer for crossing it” appear frequently in Chinese papers (that quote is from the Global Times, a paper that makes even the most jingoistic tabloids of the West seemed naive and oversensitive).

It is easy to dismiss much of this as blustery propaganda, but the ‘America threat’ carries as much weight as does the ‘China threat’ on American talk shows. The Kim dynasty comes into the picture as a handy buffer state that ensures China need not share a border with an American ally. The idea of American troops attempting to conquer part of China via the Korea peninsular might seem outlandish, but the scars left by the Korean war (remembered, to be precise, as the “campaign to resist America and save Korea”, the ‘United Nations’ coalition that actually defended the South always placed in scare-quotes) run far deeper in the People’s Republic than in the States, where the war was largely eclipsed by Vietnam.  

Sadly for the North Koreans, the American right is doing all it can to confirm the Party’s paranoid conspiracy theories; John Huntsman’s claim that an angry, internet-savvy generation of dissidents is rising up to “take China down” is only the most recent quote to be seized upon as evidence of American imperialism by, ironically enough, Chinese internet users. Were the US give Chinese fears even a modicum of attention, with, perhaps, an offer to remove American troops from South Korea if North Korea could be pacified, deadlock might be broken. At the very least, it would be better than simply pretending that such concerns, however unfounded, do not exist.  

Even if China accepted that US policy is not solely directed at bringing it 2500 year old cultural heritage crashing down, there is no grand bargain that could be struck to free Korea, not least because promoting unification, and consequent democratisation, would be politically impossible for an authoritarian government. At best, a clearer understanding of what America and China want from the peninsula, and less cynical paranoia from the Chinese, would help avoid another Korean War in the far from unlikely event that the North dissolves into chaos.  

Sino-American relations will centre on Korea for the next months, perhaps for years if events take a particularly unfortunate turn, but Chinese obstructionism should not be viewed as inevitable or without cause. China does not need the Kims, and indeed that continued support for their barbaric little fiefdom is the principal reason that China’s international ambitions are viewed with suspicion in the first place. North Korea will without doubt be less stable even after Kim Jong-Un’s coronation, but the first potential crisis to emerge in decades, in which both China and the US have a stake, will create a real opportunity for trust to be built. It is worth approaching positively, even if the alternative may be deadly chaos.

Breakthrough in Oxford malaria research

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A team of researchers based at the University of Oxford says it has developed a malaria vaccine twice as effective as any other. The breakthrough was made by a team led by Dr Simon Draper of the university’s Jenner Institute.

Though the vaccine has so far been tested only on animals, Dr Draper highlighted its effectiveness, calling the results of trials “very exciting.”

Malaria is one of the world’s deadliest diseases, responsible for over two million deaths a year. Unlike vaccines used presently, the new vaccine aims to kill the malaria parasite in the blood. Existing treatments aim to prevent the parasite from reaching the liver.

Dr Draper said, “I’ve been in Oxford for almost ten years now, trying to develop a more effective vaccine. We knew it could be done. The next step is to secure funding to take this to a human trial.”

Currently, the RTS,S vaccine, developed by GlaxoSmithKline, is the world’s most effective vaccine, with a 30-50% success rate. However, Draper’s team hopes to double that, aiming for 80% efficacy in the next four years.

Arrangements in ballet music: missing the pointe?

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Does ballet music have a life offstage? The tendency for the past hundred years or so has been to take famous excerpts from scores written for ballets and to include them in commercials, Disney films, promotional devices and even pantomime. The musical worth and beauty in the construction of Sleeping Beauty and Swan Lake has arguably been diminished by the music’s over-popularity. Unfortunately it would be difficult and rare to imagine a music scholar or even a modern composer sitting and listening to the themes of these pieces in particular, and the vast majority of real music-lovers are very unlikely to sit down to listen to some bars from The Nutcracker.

But in the 20th century a great change took place in ballet, though few would be able immediately to recognise it. Although we can name Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet and Cinderella as being ballets for which music was composed, the vast majority of 20th and 21st century ballets are now constructed from already made music; music which was never intended for ballet and which, for all we know, could have been burnt by its composers should they have ever learnt that it was being used for ballet. Sometimes this can have the effect of sounding cliched. In 2008 the modern choreographer Angelin Preljocaj used the Adagietto from Mahler’s Fifth Symphony for the finale piece of his Blanche Neige. Considering the fairy-tale music that Tchaikovsky used for his ballets to evoke their surreal atmosphere, it’s probably categorically impossible that Mahler would ever have permitted this precious movement to be used for Snow White. One would say it even goes against the rules of musical arrangement.

The Adagietto itself is actually opposed to the other four movements of the full Fifth symphony; the symphony itself is an explosive, polyphonic example of superfluous twentieth-century music, where the melodies intertwine in such a bizarre and hardly logical way that you wonder whether Mahler simply created his work to shock and prove that music had changed in this period. It doesn’t fit at all into its symphony, if our judgement over symphonies involve paying as much attention to the work as a whole as we do to its individual movements. Yet the Adagietto survives through time much more enduringly than its four other partners which slightly lost their place in musical history. But that’s not to say that it has anything to do with Snow White! A symphony – and even a few bars from a symphony – cannot especially be taken out of its concert hall context, unless used ingeniously.

Another example of music being applied to modern ballet is the lengths to which Kenneth MacMillan went so as not to relate Massenet’s Manon to his ballet, also called L’histoire de Manon and also by Massenet. Wisely choosing not to take the entire operatic score and apply it to dance, he chose sections of other operas at random and glazed the work with Massenet’s Elegy; again a cliché movement maybe similar to Preljocaj’s use of the Adagietto. It is also a very sentimental piece which has been used ubiquitously but has its home on a solo violin in a salon or chamber concert hall. Of course the insertion of the movement immediately conjures-up tears in the audience, though the individual piece bears no relation to the other Massenet family which makes-up this ballet: instrumental sections from Cendrillon, the overture to Le Cid, and parts from the lesser known Cléopâtre and Grisélidis. The music in the ballet overall is quite irregularly stuck together, with little being effective before the repetition of the Elegy. But when the Elegy does strike a chord in the audience, it does so not because it’s totally matched with the choreography, but because it’s a beautiful piece by itself; and one has to admit that any composer or choreographer can try this usage with a ballet and succeed. It takes an entire different effort to choose pieces exceptionally carefully and genuinely investigate what might suit the context and the action of a ballet.

But there have been major and minor successes. One of these is the Nureyev-Fonteyn vehicle Marguerite et Armand, choreographed in 1963 by Frederick Ashton. The ballet itself could probably only receive acclaim today if either performed by genius dancers or witnessed by a truly sympathetic audience. Marguerite et Armand was not only reflective of ballet’s attempt to have its own Traviata, but was reflective of a period in ballet – namely the Nureyev-Fonteyn period – which has no chance of revival (or at least not in the next fifty years). When interviewed, Ashton said that Liszt’s Piano Sonata in B Minor had conjured-up the whole vision of the ballet for him as he listened to it. It’s no more than an eighteen-minute ballet; but that’s not eighteen minutes to pass by quickly, but rather eighteen minutes to respond to a short sonata and make the audience believe that Marguerite Gaultier has transformed from a careless courtesan into a woman who has given-up her life for love and finished it by dying of tuberculosis. Ashton apparently forbade any other dancers from even attempting the work, but through his two ingénues he did achieve what he had dreamed of as he listened to this Liszt sonata. Marguerite et Armand is one of the few cases where we can believe that Liszt composed the music for a ballet (and not only because the heroine upon whom this character is based, the real Marie Duplessis, was Liszt’s lover).      

Though not one of the most memorable Ashton ballets if we exclude Fonteyn and Nureyev, it certainly served Liszt much better than another ballet choreographed fifteen years later – Kenneth MacMillan’s Mayerling. This work has some incredible physical depictions of schizophrenia; broken movements, wild eyes and uncertainty of movement – all contained within the choreography. But its usage of Liszt sometimes purports to very little. At one point there is a salon scene in which we are shown nothing but the Prince Rudolf’s guests gathered around, as though waiting for some entertainment, and the orchestra play an arrangement of Liszt’s Consolation in E – perhaps one of the dullest and most meaningless Liszt pieces ever written (and not many of them were either dull or meaningless). There is no action on stage, and not much musically. Ashton had taken the right decision to leave Liszt’s Piano Sonata for piano, rather than melodrama-tising the Dame aux Caméllias story into even more of a melodrama than it already is.

In 1976, Ashton succeeded surprisingly and bewitchingly with musical arrangement again, this time with his A Month in the Country, based on the Turgenev play. It would even not be going too far to say that he used Chopin’s music in a way in which the composer himself would not have guessed. He took the theme from Chopin’s Kujawiak: Vivace, the third movement from his Fantaisie Brillante on Polish airs, originally played on clarinet and then with variations on piano, and had John Lanchberry, frequently the conductor for ballets of the Orchestra of the Royal Opera House, arrange it for piano and orchestra. The result was actually a much more memorable and sentimental romantic reverie than Chopin’s original version. Chopin’s choice to have the clarinet originally play it at a presto tempo had almost transformed it into something ugly and unnecessary. When he does transpose it for piano about one and a half minutes into the piece, it is covered and flourished with trills and ornaments which does the melody no justice because one feels it hasn’t been sufficiently played out and expressed independently. The ballet also included variations on Chopin’s Là ci darem la mano, which he had varied from Mozart’s Don Giovanni, and his Andante Spianato et Grande Polonaise Brillante, but it was the little theme from the Fantasy on Polish Airs which became the characteristic of the ballet. Audiences often speak of proving an opera or ballet’s quality by seeing how many melodies one can carry back home after the performance is finished. After seeing A Month in the Country for the first time, this particular theme stuck with me for three and a half years, and continues not to be forgotten – even when so many others fly their nest and ask for a reintroduction.

Continuing to explore the ingenious usage of orchestral arrangement, one of the most striking and greatest opuses in ballet music is a Tchaikovsky ballet with origins not from Tchaikovsky. Tchaikovsky may have had the fate and genius to compose Eugene Onegin, but, having put the opera aside, he didn’t think to do a ballet alternative. And why should he have? But luckily we were left far from deprived. In 1966 the South-African choreographer John Cranko, who is hardly remembered today, choreographed his own Onegin from music from Tchaikovsky’s Seasons, Francesca da Rimini, and the opera Eugene Onegin. The arrangement by pianist and composer Kurt-Heinz Stolze, one might say, could have taught Tchaikovsky some novel and inspiring things. Francesca da Rimini is a great work; The Seasons less so.

In the final six minutes of the ballet Stolze combined the two to make an abridged version of Francesca da Rimini with layers of The Seasons, as though to make the perfect version together from both. It was like taking two cakes, one with plain, tasteless filling and the other with a tasteless sponge, and deciding to mould the most delicious in both desserts. This was the music to Onegin, which, one could argue, set the scene and feeling as perfectly as Tchaikovsky had for his opera. Whereas Francesca da Rimini spends twenty-three minutes revolving around the same theme, straying away from it, wavering around a diminuendo and returning to crescendo, the same theme unravelled in six minutes at the end of this ballet, yet reached its conclusion just as dramatically. Sometimes one wonders whether some composers (even geniuses) might not still be in need of some assistance.

Of course the possible damage which orchestrators and conductors might do to music composed one-hundred, two-hundred or more years ago, can be significant. When we look at (or hear) music composed by Tchaikovsky or Chopin, we often think that spoiling any parts of their music would be a criminal act. This is true, for ninety-nine per cent of cases, and the music we have should be left as it is. But the later ballets have occasionally succeeding in improvising with this ballet, whilst squeezing nothing Tchaikovsky-like or Chopinesque from it. There are many ballets which we never had and could only dream of; a ballet of Shakespeare’s Othello, for instance; or of Turgenev’s First Love or the Torrents of Spring. Sometimes Romantic composers’ music simply resembles the period. And, as some choreographers and arrangers have proven, sometimes a vraisemblance to a period and atmosphere is all that’s necessary.