Saturday 2nd August 2025
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Quality Street?: Michaelmas drama

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Beyond the tinsel and the presents, the carols, and even the nativity, lurks the true heart of Christmas. It is, of course, the selection box of chocolates; cloistered in its golden cardboard sanctuary lies a multifarious feast, truly evocative of the yuletide season. Before you complain, I concede that I’m stretching it a bit, but the token gifts shared between those whom we know well enough to warrant some sort of seasonal offering, yet not well enough to have the inclination to tramp along a high street in pursuit of something meaningful nevertheless prove a useful festive metaphor through which to briefly examine some of the dramatic exploits of last Michaelmas. Now shove a praline in your mouth and read on.


Truffle – Posh

Laura Wade’s Posh was unlikely to disappoint. It exuded class – both in its thematic content and in the superbly slick manner of its delivery. Rich, satisfying, and dark, the production at the Union was hard to fault.

The Chewy Caramel – Antony and Cleopatra

Any production of Shakespeare is likely to have a bit of a leg-up, just from the sheer quality of the writing. It is, undoubtedly, why the playwright’s work remains ubiquitous on the drama scene. Yet Tara Isabella Burton’s refusal to cut enough of the script meant that this term’s Anthony and Cleopatra simply became tedious. Unlike its chocolaty counterpart, there was no option just to spit it out – it had to be endured to its very end.

Sickly Strawberry – The Two Cultures

In The Two Cultures, writer and director David Kell managed to create a production that sounded intriguing and appealing, yet was a painful disappointment. Like the confectionary to which I liken it, it seemed to have a lot of promise, innovation, and appeal, until it was actually experienced. Patronising in both writing and staging, the play was saved only by some good acting performances.

The errant Smartie – Noughts and Crosses

Though enjoyable (and perhaps for all the wrong reasons) the shambolic Noughts and Crosses seemed out of place amongst the other dramatic offerings. The actors had their work cut out for them trying to make something of what felt like a dreadfully juvenile script. It was certainly colourful, yet the production was of a much lower quality to the rest of the selection of drama seen last term. It was, however, a light-hearted way to look back at a classic of the ‘pre-teen’ genre.

The wrapped up one – Clytemnestra

In every selection box there seems to be an obligatory outsider, a chocolate encased in its own coloured wrapping. For those that can resist immediate gluttony and have the bravery to forestall their pleasure by taking the time to unwrap it, the rewards of finest quality are often revealed. So it was with the Greek play – Clytemnestra – performed in its original classical language at the Playhouse. Though at first daunting, it proved an evening of surprisingly excellent entertainment.

Before my tenuous conceit becomes even more dilapidated then when I began, I shall wrap it up there, and simply bid you all a very merry Christmas: and a happy new year to boot.

 

Political pens

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Though South Africa’s history has been propelled more by legal writ than literary experimentation or success, its few illustrious persons of letters are starkly noticeable and world-renowned, belonging now to a ‘commonwealth’ (or postcolonial) literature rather than a unique tradition. Perhaps this is right; but in the process South Africans have become disenfranchised from their literary history. As Churchill could tell you, refusing to learn from history might cause history to repeat itself. This is a problem at which the currently much-debated secrecy bill – the notorious ‘Protection of Information Bill’ which was passed this November by the South African National Assembly without a public interest clause – might hint.

I was educated at a provincial English high school in South Africa, where we read a bit of Wordsworth, a smidgen of Blake, and Shakespeare yearly. But no Schreiner, Paton, Coetzee, or Gordimer. The high school library was closed the year I entered. It seems a hostile climate to suckle a literary culture.
When I visit home, I look for signs that this is changing: for literary magazines on the shelves (there are still none) and larger local fiction sections in bookshops. Yet the grand dames and messieurs of South African fiction whose works criticized the apartheid regime: Nadine Gordimer, Doris Lessing, and J.M Coetzee (who has since emigrated to Australia) and Athol Fugard, have won Nobels and other international prizes and have passed into the pantheon of laureates.
While still thin on the ground, local fiction under democracy is slowly gathering speed, and it too has a voice of protest. Amongst the new generation of South African writers, Damon Galgut, twice nominated for the Man-Booker Prize, is the predominant figure. Galgut is carrying J.M. Coetzee’s mantle with his lean unsentimental prose and its hidden resonances, and his aimless male protagonists in strangely hostile circumstances. The Good Doctor (2003), a novel about a man in an ineffectual hospital in the hinterland haunted by a past occupation, is especially recommended. Ivan Vladislavic, whose Keys of the City was an unexpected paean to the unlikeable city of Johannesburg, is on the rise. Like Galgut, Vladislavic works in the male province of Paul Auster, but turns his pen to the puzzles and inconsistences posed by the new South Africa: its petty corruption, racial tensions, and bureaucracy.
Marlene van Niekerk’s Agaat, the story of a paralyzed woman and her fraught relationship with her coloured nurse, once something of a daughter, yields in translation from the Afrikaans a surprising richness and unexpected lyricism. It seems the story of this country’s fiction is mistaken underestimation. Yet this novel too is ‘about’ race.
One wonders whether or not South African fiction is destined for topical restriction. Will it always be ‘about’ something? Or conversely, is it possible to tell a story in South Africa without it being corralled by issues: colonialism and history, apartheid, racism, and crime?
If the secrecy bill – the ANC’s method of silencing government critique, punishing offenders with up to 25 years in prison – continues, South African fiction may have to replace journalism as it did under apartheid. As the bill circulates in parliament, writers and editors are watching carefully to see the fate of the written word in the New South Africa.

Though South Africa’s history has been propelled more by legal writ than literary experimentation or success, its few illustrious persons of letters are starkly noticeable and world-renowned, belonging now to a ‘commonwealth’ (or postcolonial) literature rather than a unique tradition. Perhaps this is right; but in the process South Africans have become disenfranchised from their literary history. As Churchill could tell you, refusing to learn from history might cause history to repeat itself. This is a problem at which the currently much-debated secrecy bill – the notorious ‘Protection of Information Bill’ which was passed this November by the South African National Assembly without a public interest clause – might hint.

I was educated at a provincial English high school in South Africa, where we read a bit of Wordsworth, a smidgen of Blake, and Shakespeare yearly. But no Schreiner, Paton, Coetzee, or Gordimer. The high school library was closed the year I entered. It seems a hostile climate to suckle a literary culture.

When I visit home, I look for signs that this is changing: for literary magazines on the shelves (there are still none) and larger local fiction sections in bookshops. Yet the grand dames and messieurs of South African fiction whose works criticized the apartheid regime: Nadine Gordimer, Doris Lessing, and J.M Coetzee (who has since emigrated to Australia) and Athol Fugard, have won Nobels and other international prizes and have passed into the pantheon of laureates.

While still thin on the ground, local fiction under democracy is slowly gathering speed, and it too has a voice of protest. Amongst the new generation of South African writers, Damon Galgut, twice nominated for the Man-Booker Prize, is the predominant figure. Galgut is carrying J.M. Coetzee’s mantle with his lean unsentimental prose and its hidden resonances, and his aimless male protagonists in strangely hostile circumstances. The Good Doctor (2003), a novel about a man in an ineffectual hospital in the hinterland haunted by a past occupation, is especially recommended. Ivan Vladislavic, whose Keys of the City was an unexpected paean to the unlikeable city of Johannesburg, is on the rise. Like Galgut, Vladislavic works in the male province of Paul Auster, but turns his pen to the puzzles and inconsistences posed by the new South Africa: its petty corruption, racial tensions, and bureaucracy.

Marlene van Niekerk’s Agaat, the story of a paralyzed woman and her fraught relationship with her coloured nurse, once something of a daughter, yields in translation from the Afrikaans a surprising richness and unexpected lyricism. It seems the story of this country’s fiction is mistaken underestimation. Yet this novel too is ‘about’ race.

One wonders whether or not South African fiction is destined for topical restriction. Will it always be ‘about’ something? Or conversely, is it possible to tell a story in South Africa without it being corralled by issues: colonialism and history, apartheid, racism, and crime?

If the secrecy bill – the ANC’s method of silencing government critique, punishing offenders with up to 25 years in prison – continues, South African fiction may have to replace journalism as it did under apartheid. As the bill circulates in parliament, writers and editors are watching carefully to see the fate of the written word in the New South Africa.

Vacation in Vienna

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Travels in China

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Forbidden City, Beijing

 

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Stele Forest, Xi’an

 

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Christmas TV worth watching

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Matt Izard and Ruby Riley give an overview of the Christmas TV to watch over the festive period.

Bod’s book switch completed on schedule

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The Bodleian Libraries yesterday finished a transfer of 7 million books from Oxford to a purpose built warehouse 28 miles away in Swindon.

The Book Storing Facility (BSF), which cost £26 million to create, covers 13 acres and has 153 miles of shelving. It is the new home of some of the Bodleian’s lesser-used material.

The biggest book move in the Bodleian’s history was completed on schedule on December 23rd, and has been hailed as “an extraordinary success”.

Librarian Sarah Thomas said, ‘This has been an important year in the history of the Bodleian.

‘We have tagged and moved all our books, relocated our staff, prepared the New Bodleian building for its redevelopment, opened new facilities for readers in the heart of Oxford and refreshed and developed our IT capabilities.

‘With our new storage facility at Swindon and renewed spaces for study in place or under development in the heart of Oxford, our readers can look forward to significant enhancements to our services in 2012 and beyond.”

With the huge task of storing a copy of every book published in the UK, the Bodleian Libraries had recently been struggling to contain their immense number of volumes. Before the move, the situation was labelled by staff as “desperate”, as overcrowded stacks operated at 130% of their capacity.

The new warehouse, which has the potential to be developed and expanded as bookstores continue to increase, has 3,224 bays with 95,000 shelf levels, as well as 600 map cabinets. These hold over a million maps.

Students have been told that if they order a book from the new unit by 10am, it should be delivered to the Oxford reading room of their choice by 3pm the same day.

Library staff use forklift trucks to retrieve books which are then transported to Oxford by road in a twice-daily service. Meanwhile some items will be scanned and sent to students’ computers electronically. It is estimated there will be 200,000 requests for items each year.

Amy Rollason, a second-year English student at Brasenose, commented, “It seems to have been done very effectively and with little unnecessary disruption. The side-effect of having more journals available online will be a real plus, benefiting those who don’t use the Bod itself as often as well.”

Patrick Reid, a Lincoln medic, also praised the Bodleian’s efforts, suggesting, “This is an impressive milestone for the libraries.” First-year Natasha Heliotis particularly applauded the efficiency of the links between the BSF and Oxford reading rooms, telling Cherwell: “I can’t believe they get sent so soon after ordering!”

Students targeted by student loan scams

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Students across the country have been receiving emails fraudulently claiming to be from the Student Loans Company in a recent wave of phishing scams. The emails often come from seemingly official email addresses and ask students to verify or update their personal account and bank details. Many scammers then use these details to access bank accounts and steal thousands of pounds at a time from unsuspecting students.

Oxford students reported receiving emails only yesterday which stated, ‘This is a formal notification of an important account update. Due to a recent update in our database we require all student to update their account information to ensure you receive your scheduled payment and avoid a missed payment.’

The SLC, which has more than 4 million customers, has been working closely with the Metropolitan Police Service in attempt to combat the fraudsters. On Thursday 8th December police arrested six people in connection with an investigation into a sophisticated phishing scam that targeted hundreds of UK students, using their compromised data to steal in excess of £1 million.

The SLC website also adds that ‘so far this year the security and fraud prevention team has closed down over 1400 external phishing sites after they were reported to us.’

However, it seems that despite this action the scams continue, taking advantage of concerned students shortly due to receive the next instalment of their loan.

Student Loans Company’s Fraud Manager, Heather Laing, has given a statement saying, ‘We want students to be aware that these scam emails are in circulation now and they should not respond to these.’

She advised all students to ‘ignore messages that tell you to ‘validate your account’ or provide any personal, security or banking details as the Student Loans Company will never ask you to confirm your information in this way.’

A student guide to Christmas shopping

We all know how it is: during this penny-pinching Recession, the festive season is always the worst. Especially for us students. Having scraped through 8th week on the last of our student loan (that is, if we haven’t already had to raid The Parental Bank) the last thing we need is to have to find the cash to buy probably unappreciated presents for the beloved family. Yes, the fully stocked fridge is a perk of going home for Christmas, but after our claims of ‘I’m only going to spend 80 euros all week on Varsity’ proved entirely unrealistic, we think its optimistic that we’ll be able to fund our Christmas socializing, never mind Christmas shopping. But don’t panic, we’re here to help: here are our top tips for Christmas shopping on a shoestring.

An excellent way to save money at Christmas time is to go down the route followed by all primary school children: make it yourself. A handmade present is literally impossible to criticise, whether or not it’s a work of art/useful/eye-wateringly bad. Hand-made pencil organisers or other such almost useful ornaments are a great angle to take. For the full effect why not make a photo frame and fill it with photos from childhood. The sentimentality that this will inspire makes it impossible for any family member to remember that the person who made this is at university, and should actually be able to stretch to a photo frame that hasn’t been made from a cereal box.

In this era of digital music that comes at a pretty low price, that is if you even pay for music, the mixtape is king. A selection of songs that you already own to fit your particular target, the coolest songs on your iPod for the girl you’re trying to impress, a selection of songs from The X Factor for the parents, Steps’ greatest hits for someone who has wronged you in the past, burnt onto a cd that you’ve stolen from the study. To make it look like you’ve really gone the extra mile, print out a cover and tracklisting and stick it onto a case. It’s not even as if making the thing is an issue: there’s no more carefully preparing a cassette. Just drag and drop the playlist from iTunes.

Charity shops are an excellent way of making your money appear as though it has gone further than it actually has. It’s also good for making yourself look that little bit alternative. Just go to a charity shop and look for what looks the most current/the most retro/the most wearable/the most hideous thing possible. People have different aims when they go to charity shops. And if they don’t like it, you were doing it for the orphans anyway.

One word: regifting. This is probably the best way of ensuring that you don’t have to spend any money, and that the person in question might actually get something they want. With a few minor precautions, this route can be foolproof. Firstly, don’t give the present back to the person who gave it to you. Obvious, yes, but still important. Secondly, check the present for a personal dedication: there is almost no way of talking your way out of it when cousin Jonny gets a book ‘To Nick, Christmas 2009, love Grandpa’. If this works for you this year, then it’s worth making a note of the presents with potential for next year’s regifting. After all, being prepared is half the battle.

This next idea involves some serious considerations, as it could quite easily come across that you’re either too lazy or too cheap to go to the effort of finding an actual present. This, of course, is true, but it’s key that you maintain the illusion of genuinely thinking the person in question would prefer a ‘voucher’ for something rather than a material good. By ‘voucher’, we mean something along the lines of ‘three night’s babysitting’ or ‘I’ll clean your room for a week’.

If worst comes to worst, there’s always theft. We don’t mean for you to take up a life of crime, and start stealing from shops, or strangers for that matter. But we’ve found that if you look hard enough around the house there’ll always be something that has either been forgotten about, or was never wanted in the first place which you can legitimately give to an unsuspecting relative. If said item has lain unused for long enough, it might even be possible to give it back to its original owner. Bold, we know, but worth it for the banter even if it does go wrong.

A final way of securing a cheap Christmas present is to give something that you already want, making it practically free as a present. This can be done with varying degrees of subtlety: either go for something such as a DVD that you’ve wanted to watch, or just go all out and get your balding father a pair of GHDs. Key to this present idea is making sure you can get some use of the gift, otherwise it may backfire significantly leaving you unable to get your chance to play Call of Duty as it’s never out of your grandparents hands.

Obituary: ‘trailblazing’ biologist Lynn Margulis

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The scientific luminary Lynn Margulis, an outspoken pioneer in evolutionary biology, died on 24th November, in Amherst, Massachusetts, aged 73. Renowned for a radical theory of the origin of complex cells, her death marks the loss of a unique and contrarian voice in biology, and the closing of a vibrant and spirited life.

I was fortunate to meet Prof. Margulis in Oxford last year, in an impromptu and surprising encounter. “Is that… the Lynn Margulis,” a friend had said, peering incredulously at a seminar listings noticeboard, “Why has nobody told us about this?” Ten minutes of frantic sprinting later, we slipped into a seminar room on South Parks Road. The audience numbered roughly six.

“You’re here for Lynn?” somebody asked warmly, and then added, “We’ll have to wait a second or two. We know she’s here somewhere, but the thing about Lynn is she keeps you guessing.”

Lynn Margulis has had people guessing for decades. Her provocative hypotheses – generated at almost improbable rates – have engrossed and outraged the scientific establishment for forty years. She brought to evolutionary biology the expansive, daringly playful imagination of a poet or playwright, unafraid to dream up eccentric and spirited plots for a cast of outlandish characters, and ask nature, puckishly, if it had had similar thoughts. It is a testament to her scientific intuition that some of the time it had.

Margulian endosymbiosis, as it is known, remains one of the most beguilingly wonderful ideas in modern science, and its eponymous discoverer deserves a place amongst the pantheon of scientific pioneers. At the cellular level, eukaryotic life – essentially everything besides bacteria and viruses – has long entranced biologists: in all its sublime complexity, the eukaryotic cell has an aura of extraordinary mystique. It shimmers with a bewitching intricacy, an elaborate biomolecular marionette fashioned by aeons of evolutionary ingenuity. Margulis’s astonishing vision lay in seeing that this integrated whole, the quintessence of biological cohesion, had its origins in disparate, independent, elemental entities, joined in a marriage of convenience somewhere in the meandering backwaters of deep time. In essence, a bacterium found itself inside a larger cell, and, remarkably, stayed for posterity. Its descendants are within us all today; indeed, they part of us. We are, in a spectacular sense, part bacterial.

Audaciously resuscitating an obscure and maligned tradition stretching back to the 1880s, Margulis’s insight was a virtuoso and rebellious move, but also – it was felt at the time – an outrageous affront to biological sanity. Across the subsequent decades, she acquired a contrarian reputation, and came to see herself as a dissident voice in a science contaminated by ideological convictions. She was apt to dismiss canonical neo-Darwinian results as crude, capitalist misreadings of evolutionary history; for her, biology’s ongoing love-affair with microeconomics was a disturbing and unsustainable fling, dangerously one-dimensional and inevitably destined to self-combust.

Her instinctive aversion to the Machiavellian mood of modern biology, then, grew from a sense that cooperation in nature was a ubiquitous and powerful driver of innovation, and she did not shy from offering broad cultural diagnoses for her colleagues’ obstinacy: their commitment to monophyly (having a single ancestor) was nothing more than the latent misfiring of monotheistic and monarchical inclinations, and the resistance to accepting symbiosis as a driving force for evolutionary novelty grew from a fear of its “female” connotations. The world as she saw it cannot be meaningfully fragmented, and she warmed naturally and famously to Lovelock’s Gaia hypothesis: the Earth is a vast and indissoluble community, immune to the atomising tendency of “feudal” science.

Margulis was admitted to the University of Chicago aged 14, after a difficult childhood under insensitive parents. Two years later, she fell in love with Carl Sagan, whom she married before the age of 20. She found in biology a quiet, contemplative, aesthetic privacy, seeing “solitude” as vital for the scientific worker. She divorced twice, later remarking that, when juggling marriage, science, and her children, “something has to go”. Despite her famed anti-establishment views, her awards and positions were legion, and included the coveted Darwin-Wallace Medal and America’s National Medal of Science.

Looking back, there was a certain pregnant poignancy about that little lecture room on that quiet summer afternoon. Margulis’s shameless enthusiasm, her insatiable curiosity – “I hear you have very good algae in Oxford; when can I go searching?” – as well as her passion for the smallest of animals, now strike a painful note. With her distinctive, faintly gravelled voice, she spoke earnestly and excitedly about her future projects, and, in the brief conversation we were lucky to have afterwards, she chatted with an affable, effervescent energy that inspired us all.

Charles Darwin once remarked that anyone “who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life”. Lynn Margulis was an astonishing and visionary figure, with an insatiable appetite for knowledge. I believe – and I don’t think I’m alone – that Darwin and her would have got on like a house on fire.

She is survived by her four children.

 

 

EuroCRAs(h)

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Like naughty schoolchildren put on report, 15 of the 17 eurozone countries responded with tears and tantrums to Standard & Poor’s decision to place them on a negative “creditwatch” earlier this month. Threatened with the downgrade of their sovereign debt, some politicians resorted to denial – “a wild exaggeration and also unfair” inveighed Jean-Claude Junker, prime minister of Luxembourg. Others muttered accusations of Anglo-Saxon bias – “American rating agencies and fund managers are working against the eurozone” claimed Rainer Bruderle of Germany’s FDP. Christian Noyer, head of the Bank of France, argued last weekend that on the basis of economic fundamentals, “They should begin by downgrading the United Kingdom which has bigger deficits, more debt, higher inflation, less growth than us and where credit is shrinking”. If I go down, I’m taking you with me. And the furore looks set to continue, since Fitch announced last Friday that it too would be putting six European countries on the naughty step of negative watch.

However, the hullabaloo in Europe’s political playground has not been reflected in financial markets. In the wake of S&P’s news, eurozone government bond yields (the interest paid to creditors) hardly increased at all and actually fell in Italy and Spain. Commentators largely rushed to defend credit rating agencies from the protestations of European officials. S&P et al. didn’t reveal anything that investors didn’t already know, hence the markets’ limited reaction. Indeed, the sharp fall in value of many European bonds, such as those of Italy and France, is just one indication that the EU’s structural weaknesses have been evident for months. The role of credit rating agencies is merely to improve the flow of information about the creditworthiness of governments. What’s more, they’re actually good at this. Yes, their performance on US mortgages was spectacularly poor. But they have consistently downgraded sovereign debt a year before each government default since 1975. ‘Why shoot the messenger?’ therefore seems a legitimate retort to huffy politicians calling for the credit rating industry to be regulated and even silenced.

The trouble is, the ratings put forward by agencies do much more than merely state an opinion. If S&P followed through with its threat of downgrading eurozone debt, it would have a real impact on the region’s economy. First, it could spell doom for Europe’s €440bn bailout fund, the European Financial Stability Facility (EFSF). If any of the six triple A- rated eurozone countries that guarantee the rescue fund are downgraded, the EFSF will also lose its top credit rating, greatly reducing its ability to assist indebted countries. A French downgrade, for example, would drain the pot of €158bn of French guarantees. Taking into account the ongoing commitments to Greece, Ireland and Portugal, this would leave around €150bn, nowhere near enough cash to deal with the increasing strains on Italy and Spain.

Then there are the banks. Sovereign downgrades usually result in a subsequent downgrade of the banking system. This is because they compound economic strains, increase the cost of bank debts and, most importantly, reduce the value of sovereign bonds, which typically comprise 10% of a bank’s balance sheet. These additional problems are the last thing European banks need at a time when they are desperately trying to strengthen their capital bases and restore confidence among shareholders. The risk of default from the two largest eurozone banks is already the highest it has been since the 2008 financial crisis. A downgrade may tip the banking system over the edge.

But its not just Europe’s economy that is vulnerable to credit rating agencies’ decisions. Controversially, agencies seem to have power over politics as well. Despite the claim by S&P’s director of European ratings that the agency is “not in the business of policy making, that’s the business of elected officials”, S&P seems both conscious of its political influence and determined to maximize it. It can be no coincidence that its announcement that 15 eurozone countries could stand to lose their ratings came mere days before a European Union summit that intended to construct a solution to the eurozone crisis. This tactic was also seen in the summer when S&P threatened to downgrade US bonds in the middle of Congress’s negotiations over the debt ceiling. Moreover, the report that accompanied the agency’s warning was full of policy recommendations, including “a greater pooling of fiscal resources and obligations” and “mutual budgetary oversight”. The fact that the agency tied its ratings decision to the outcome of the summit lends credence to the view that it was trying to force politicians’ hands.

Yet, the answer is not to jump to over-regulation of agencies. The European Commission thankfully shelved its idea to ban changes to sovereign credit ratings of countries facing “exceptional circumstances”. Not only would this do little to reassure markets if a country were entering a crisis, it would impinge on agencies’ freedom of speech. Instead, credit ratings should be taken out of regulations, such as central bank collateral requirements and rules that limit which securities certain investors are allowed to hold. This would prevent the repercussions of a rating change being so widespread throughout the financial system. Steps have been taken in this direction. The Dodd-Frank reforms in the US require that regulators replace all references to credit ratings with “other standards of creditworthiness”. Yet much more needs to be done, particularly by policy-makers in Europe, if reliance on ratings is to be reduced.

Finally, the credit rating agencies also need to exercise the influence they yield more responsibly.   Announcing the potential of a downgrade to what were previously considered some of the safest assets around was one thing. Doing so at a time when investors were already nervously awaiting the outcome of the most important European summit this year was unnecessarily inflammatory. It is true that in the event the markets stayed calm. But S&P’s actions could well have sparked a panic. If this had led, for example, to the collapse of a European bank, politicians’ accusations that agencies were deliberately destabilizing the currency union would have rung true. The eurozone is in enough of a mess as it is, without S&P making it worse. Europe should treat the credit rating agencies with respect and vice versa.