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The thinking man’s politician?

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Two years ago James Purnell may not have been a household name but he was touted by many commentators to have a steady political rise ahead of him. He has the fresh-faced likeability that many attributed to Tony Blair in his early days and some do to David Cameron today. He also seemed to have well thought-out values and intellectual firepower that he was able to turn first on the Department for Culture, Media and Sport, and then the Department for Work and Pensions. Then came the night of the 2009 European and local elections when he resigned from Cabinet just moments after the polls had closed on what was expected to be a disastrous set of results for Labour. He quickly became recognisable as an emblem of Gordon Brown’s crumbling political authority in the same week that saw the departure of Jacqui Smith, Hazel Blears, John Hutton, and Caroline Flint, with a serious concern that Brown would be left with a ‘skeleton crew’ of over-promoted loyalists. Purnell’s letter of resignation pulled no punches when it told Gordon, “I now believe your continued l

eadership makes a Conservative victory more, not less likely,” and it was evidently the opening salvo in a bid to oust the Prime Minister.

Nonetheless, the attempted ejection (by no means the first of Brown’s premiership) failed, and James Purnell has adjusted to life as a backbencher rather well. When questioned by members of the Oxford University Labour Club, the MP for Stalybridge and Hyde insists he is “pleased to be out of frontline politics for a while”, and does not seem to be saying it through gritted teeth. He famously spent his first weekend out of the Cabinet alphabetizing his bookshelves, a task no doubt neglected amid the bustle of government but also a chance to reassess and revisit, and importantly to reengage with the ideas behind politics. Since June, Purnell has cast himself in the role of the ‘ideas-man’ of progressive politics, netting a high-profile role at the Blairite think tank Demos, where he is tasked with envisioning the future of Left politics. And he has rediscovered a great thinker: Amartya Sen. The work of the Indian-born Nobel laureate can be shoe-horned nicely into the New Labour rhetoric in which James Purnell is fluent: empowerment and capabilities replace the classical liberal emphasis on negative freedom in society and markets.

“If you look at David Cameron’s speeches, Gordon Brown’s speeches, Tony Blair’s speeches, they are about how you can translate ideas into reality”

But isn’t this all the kind of abstract theorizing that he should have got out of his system studying PPE at Balliol in the 1980s? Isn’t government too messy, too ‘real’ for this to be practical? On the contrary, Purnell insists, in politics “if you don’t make the effort to work out what your ideas are then you’re going to make a lot of mistakes”, because the media and interest groups make “modern politics so pressurized” that a grasp of what you want to do has to guide what you actually do. Interestingly, he also defends the importance of ideas to current politicians; “if you look at David Cameron’s speeches, Gordon Brown’s speeches, Tony Blair’s speeches, they are about how you can translate ideas into reality” and at its best that is the role of politics, taking an idea from the abstract to the concrete. This is an upbeat assessment, given that so many of the decisions our political leaders seem to make appear cynical and media-driven, the big-ticket speeches may contain ideas but really serve only as mood music for pragmatic government. “I think it can be hard, definitely” he concedes, but that is not, for him, a reason to think it is dispensable.

“What I think electoral reform requires you to do is to move from a politics which is mostly about opposition to one that also has a larger element of consensus-building”

I am interested to know whether James Purnell thinks the significance of big ideas in politics could be increased, suggesting that a more proportional electoral system may make a contribution. His response is cagier than I had expected from a declared proponent of electoral reform; greater proportionality, he admits, “creates the space for [discussion of ideas], because it creates more voices”, but if done badly there is the risk that you would “never have a government that can implement those ideas because you disperse the powers so far that no one can get anything done”. These are common responses to PR campaigners, but how does he thinks we can square the circle? He responds in generalities, enthusing that “what I think electoral reform requires you to do is to move from a politics which is mostly about opposition to one that also has a larger element of consensus-building”, but then goes on to suggest that on environmental issues, for instance, Britain already has a greater degree of consensus than France or Italy, with their more proportional systems. In this way, Purnell is very New Labour in his ambivalence towards constitutional reform, not sure where to lay his priorities while refusing to endorse the status quo.

In contrast to this wavering, he offers a raft of detail on how Parliament could function better: primaries for prospective candidates, more ability for the House to initiate legislation, elected select committee Chairs and increased powers for committees. He does not acknowledge the abysmal record of this government in circumventing and diluting the authority of the House of Commons, with its seizure of control over parliamentary time, its huge majorities and uncompromising whipping, and its exercise of the Royal Prerogative. He comes dangerously close to sounding platitudinous when he says, “I think taking democracy as discussion is actually really important”, but his rhetoric at least points in the right direction – it just happens to be the opposite direction to the one in which British politics has been moving for the last quarter-century.

“Then I performed at Edinburgh and I had to admit to myself I wasn’t very good, so I decided to give that up”

James Purnell may yet return to the front bench, not least in a Shadow Cabinet after the next general election, when Gordon Brown will have to stand aside for a new generation of Labour politicians. Then it is likely that Purnell’s strong track record as a Secretary of State will bode well for another prominent role. When I ask which Cabinet role he would like in the future he shies away from an answer, perhaps not wishing to tempt fate. Instead, Purnell revisits his enthusiasm for the roles he has held in the past few years. As the head of the Department for Culture, Media and Sport (DCMS) he was clearly at home with the arts scene; he confesses with embarrassment that when he came up to university he actually wanted to be an actor, quickly adding, “then I performed at Edinburgh and I had to admit to myself I wasn’t very good, so I decided to give that up”. He has maintained links with the theatre, serving on the board of the Young Vic in London. DCMS was thus a chance to influence an area of society that he had a deep-seated passion for, and he was evidently well-liked and respected in the role.

“New Labour always had the part of the story that was about aspiration and climbing the skills ladder…but we mustn’t forget about the protection part as well”

His interest in the Department for Work and Pensions (DWP) to which he was promoted in January 2008, may not have been so personal but is married to a keen sense of responsibility for the handling of the government’s largest budget. “You’re spending more money each year than the whole income of Portugal,” he says, almost excitedly, “and how well or badly you spend it makes a massive difference to millions and millions of people.” The DWP has been central to the New Labour agenda on tackling unemployment and welfare dependency, and during his time there Purnell was seen as continuing the Blairite line of encouraging transition from benefits to work with judicious use of the stick as well as the carrot. However, during a recession the line between the workshy and the unlucky is increasingly blurred, and Purnell sounds a note of caution on the efforts of the last decade, “New Labour always had the part of the story that was about aspiration and climbing the skills ladder…but we mustn’t forget about the protection part as well”. Some people suffer unemployment because of the vagaries of macroeconomic forces, others because the 21st century economy no longer requires workers with 1970s skill-profiles; he is heavily influenced by Amartya Sen in his new emphasis on people’s substantive freedom to operate in the labour market, their capabilities.

And yet, for all that decentralisation and grass-roots empowerment are the new rhetorical currency of all three parties, Purnell speaks frankly about the role of the state; we cannot escape the fact that “the bread-and-butter of government is running big machines” and we need to run them as well as we can. He may have spent much of his political career looking at ways to increase choice and contestability in public services, but he seems more willing to offer the state and market simultaneously as solutions to the problems people face, rather than lumping for Old Labour statism or New Labour’s faith in markets. It is difficult to shed scepticism of this have-your-cake-and-eat-it mentality, perhaps we will have to see how the Left’s new ideas-man can reconcile such tensions in a future Labour administration.

Eye Candy: Meet Your New Fashion Team

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“Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.”

Coco Chanel

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Each week, we will be bringing you the best in Oxford street fashion. From the casuals strolling to lectures to the all-out glam of formal halls and dinners, the team will be out and about capturing those trends that students are actually wearing. But for now, or at least until term starts, let us introduce ourselves and our fashion mantras. (However if you do see us, camera tow, be prepared to stop and be harassed – SMILE!)

Joanna Wilkin, St. Peter’s College
There is no point in fashion if it is not fun. As Oscar Wilde famously put it “fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months”. Fashion is quick-paced and unforgiving (velour tracksuits and gypsy skirts?!). Yet, like other girls this term, I see fashion as individualism, a chance for creativity and a moment of expression – it is about findi

ng your style. From milit

ary boots to floral tights, my Dad’s shrunken jumper or a customized sequin dress (because you looked awful in it in the first place!), fashion should be embraced and always enjoyed.

Giela Abd, St. Peter’s College
If I ever want something, it is probably something you can wear, walk in or carry on your shoulder. My lecture notes are filled with doodles of shoes and dresses and my definition of a perfect break from work is a quick hop to Zara or French Connection. Obsessed? Maybe. But clothes can be art after all, and I am an aficionado. The last few seasons have been all about leather for me. In the summer – leather with florals, later – leather with fur and knits. Or combined with lace for a perfect party outfit. Feathers are on the horizon too (although this trend has yet to convince me).

Sally Rushton, Pembroke College
I love the fact that fashion can be so many things: a multi-billion dollar industry, an elaborate art form, a medium of self-expression. It is inescapable and you are only young once so if you want to wear a ludicrously impractical yet fabulous feather jacket then go for it!

Sarah Hourahane, Mansfield College
A well-considered outfit can make you feel great – it can be the icing on the cake in an interview or on a night out; it gives you that bit of extra confidence. Yet it is also something to have fun with. Making costumes and dressing up for bops/fancy dress (see my Halloween attempt at Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride) – anyone can be creative with their wardrobe!

Annabel Barratt, St. John’s College
Aged about 8, I had my earliest fashion epiphany. I hyperactively raided my mum’s wardrobe and created my first piece of haute couture. Belting several yards of bubble wrap around me, I created a body-con masterpiece. Hopefully I’ve come a little further since then, but my excitement for all things fashion related remains the same. I’m a bit of a fashion magpie, with anything sparkly or sequined posing a serious threat to my planned budget for the week, but during the day I have an equal appreciation for jersey basics or a well-cut blazer.

Also, check out our new Fashion blogs starting this term, SWOT: SHOP, a weekly review of shops and their collections accessible to Oxford Students beginning with the new online boutique, A| Wear, and BEHIND THE SCENES, a sneak peek behind each fashion shoot and links to some of the featured items.

Guide to Christmas telly

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So, you’ve picked the last scraps off the turkey, the Christmas compilation CD has been discarded for another year, and your sorry excuse for a tree is once more thrown onto the compost heap. But do not despair: Cherwell can help you keep that festive feeling by giving you the low-down on the Christmas telly. What better way to ease yourself into the New Year than catching up with the programmes you missed because you fell asleep at 6pm after the ninth glass of mulled wine?

I can’t claim to be a massive fan of Dr. Who. In fact, I had never watched an episode until last week and I had no idea what was going on most of the time. A far as I can gather, a weird and hungry bloke called The Master wanted to turn everyone on earth, and some time lords, into versions of himself. The Doctor didn’t think this was a great idea, so chased him around for a while and eventually, with the help of an old man and some green spiky people, managed to track him down. We all knew this was Tennant’s last episode, and it was actually quite moving as sci-fi goes. Apparently the tears during his regeneration were real. My brother enjoyed it though, and I will defer to his knowledge in this (one) area.

The ladies of Cranford returned to our screens this year for more p

olite conversation, village gossip and pre-watershed romance. The book on which the series is based is arguably not Gaskell’s finest work, lacking North and South‘s passion and any sort of smouldering love interest. But still, it’s one to watch with the parents; it will certainly make you smile, and Judi Dench is eminently watchable as the sweet Miss Matty. If, however, you are yearning for a costume-drama heartthrob: stick to the Pride and Prejudice box set.

Day of the Triffids is scary. That is all I have to say on the matter. The majority of the population is blinded, and then the man-eating plants are let loose. Obviously one of the few people left with his sight just happens to be a Triffid specialist, and it is his job to find a solution to the plants-taking-over-the-world problem. Fortunately there is also a love interest in the shape of Joely Richardson, and a nasty baddie, played by the excellent Eddie Izzard. Completely unbelievable, painfully predictable in parts, but definitely worth watching.

The season’s comedic offerings deserve particular mention; with Christmas specials galore, we were dished up a veritable selection box of mirth. One not to miss was the Christmas episode of Outnumbered. Hugh Dennis and Claire Skinner are always superb, but the kids in this series are incredible. In this episode Dennis is tasked with preparing the dinner, while Skinner goes to collect her dad from the care home where he lives. Highlights include Karen’s biting critique of everything from goat-based charity presents – “so, it’s not a present for me: it’s a present for the sub-Saharans” – to A Christmas Carol – “would we let Hitler off if he bought everyone a goose?”. Ben’s melting plastic dinosaur and the increasingly bizarre game of charades are classic moments, mainly because we can all remember something quite similar happening at home. Pure comedy genius.

The two-part

Gavin and Stacey special is unmissable, mainly because it signifies the timely yet peaceful death of one of our favourite sitcoms of recent times. In the first episode, the Shipmans and the Wests head to the beach, where Smithy gets stuck in his rubber ring, Dave departs to find some gas and Doris is predictably pervy. In the second, and final, episode Nessa prepares for her nuptials with Dave of Dave’s Coaches. Look out for guest appearances from John Prescott and Noel from Hear’say. The writing by Ruth Jones and James Corden is as charming and quick as ever, and Rob Brydon is excellent as the lovely, oblivious, Uncle Bryn. Go and buy the box sets.

If staying in with your stale mince pies and the dwindling box of celebrations is not exciting enough, perhaps you fancy a trip to the cinema? Nativity, starring the lovely Martin Freeman, was this year’s family-friendly festive release. Freeman is a primary school teacher directing the dreaded Christmas Nativity, with his loveable but clueless teaching assistant Mr. Poppy on hand to help with/ruin everything. This is, however, a nativity with a difference: not only do the residents of Coventry think that Hollywood will be coming to watch, but Freeman has to convince his ex-girlfriend to save the day. Oh, and the nativity is a musical. Cue cute kids auditioning, heart-warming sing-alongs and decreasing believability. In one baffling scene, a mother watches her child (playing the angel Gabriel) being lowered from the cathedral’s spire, screams, and then cheerfully joins in with the singing. Hey, it’s Christmas, who cares if these things don’t really happen?

Democracy: the best policy?

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As we enter a new year (indeed a new decade), we leave with the saccharine drone of this year’s X factor winner at number one and arrive into the run up to arguably, the most important general election in our lifetime. An odd link, one might think. However, following Simon Cowell’s announcement that, after a stunning set of viewing figures for this year’s X factor final, he plans to launch a “Political X factor” in the run up to this year’s election, I began to consider how the seemingly vacuous, yet lucrative, concept of voting on so-called “talent shows” compares to voting in a governmental election.

Simon Cowell is a man who represents the rise in the manufactured, guaranteed-number-one-selling, populist pop phenomena that so many people abhor. Many fade into obscurity within half a year, whilst the infuriating resilience of The Cheeky Girls is countered by the fact that at least the show which discovered them brought us Girls Aloud, and the delightful Cheryl Cole. However, I do not want to digress into the various musical merits of the products of such shows.

“hordes of housewives braved the icy pavements to prevent Joe “Me mam’s me best friend” McElderry’s toothy grin becoming a forced loser’s smile”

Whether by coincidence, or not, the rise of these shows coincided with the beginnings of iTunes era. As a generation grew up expecting to be able to have music free, the genius of these shows was, in effect, to make people pay twice for it. First voting your preferred artist to the top, and then buy

ing their lacklustre ballad afterwards. For those who felt that they knew about “real music”, the dominance of these acts in the music charts was a complete travesty, but if anything, the rise of the protest single campaigns (Jeff Buckley, Rage against the Machine) has helped even more, as hordes of housewives (albeit futilely) braved the icy pavements to prevent Joe “Me mam’s me best friend” McElderry’s toothy grin becoming a forced loser’s smile.

As the past decade came to its end, various “charts of the decade” came out, and of the top ten singles of the decade, five came from talent show winners/runners up (holding the esteemed company of Bob the Builder and “Is this the way to Amarillo?”). Indeed, even for someone such as myself who has the iTunes collection of a 14 year old girl, the top 100 singles of the decade made depressing listening, with the Crazy Frog , the Ketchup Song and Afroman all making an appearance. Voting in an election is one thing, but voting in a television competition, or “voting” in these charts (by buying a single) requires one to pay. People bought the Crazy Frog single, in fact over half a million copies were sold. Let us hope it was one rich idiot, as if it were the case that 550,000 people bought one copy each, then they could easily be a group of people that could swing an election (2% of the 2005 voting electorate).

“our government is being chosen by people who thought “Can we fix it? (Yes, we can!)” was the tenth most worthwhile song to purchase this past decade”

This is where the idea of Cowell’s “political X factor” seems like a terrifying prospect; because it reminds us that it is the might of the public that decides the way forward for the country. We delight in the fact that we have universal suffrage for adults, we condemn unfair elections and we deride China’s single party system (a government, who incidentally restricted voting in television shows in case the populous got “a taste for democracy”) and yet in these “other elections” where people are given the power to choose, whether by telephone voting or buying singles, we ridicule the results.

The emergence of television voting and novelty singles makes the reality of democracy clear, our government is being chosen by a group of people who thought “Can we fix it? (Yes, we can!)” was the tenth most worthwhile song to purchase this past decade. If we had to decide on the best song of the 2000s, surely the method that most resembled a democratic model such as most purchased would be the way forward. Then, the result would be Will Young’s “Evergreen”, yet I am sure the hordes of supposed musical experts would vehemently disagree. But if this is a flawed measure, why is a similar method seen as best system for choosing a government?

“there is something taboo about suggesting that those who are more informed should have the power to choose government”

Of course, we hope that it is a small bunch of people voting/buying repeatedly, however most often this is not the case. Whilst the measures we accept for what really is the best song or best film tend to revolve around the decision of a panel of impartial experts, there is something taboo about suggesting that those who are more informed (more intelligent?) should have the power to choose government. Few, it seems, would back the reintroduction of the extra vote for graduates of major universities (the Oxford and Cambridge constituencies were abolished in 1950), whilst in the US, even the introduction of “the save” in American Idol, a device by which judges could, once a season, save an act from elimination, was branded “evil” and “undemocratic”. But could our discontentment with such populist results be a further point against the argument that democracy is the best policy?

As it stands, I most certainly wouldn’t be up for an electoral reform that saw voting rights only given to those of a certain IQ, or some similar measure, but with Bhutan (only marginally avoiding “authoritarian regime” on Democracy Index) and Brunei (an absolute monarchy) both in the top ten of a recent University of Leicester study of the happiest countries in the world, maybe democracy is not always the answer, and at least, one hopes, not Simon Cowell’s version of it.

Keeping those 2010 resolutions

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As reported in Cherwell recently, the Tesco Bank survey showed that only 10% of Britons managed to keep their last New Year’s resolution beyond January. Even fewer make it all the way through the year with their resolution intact. Before coming up to Oxford I had never felt the need to make a New Year’s resolution. This certainly changed after the excessive consumption in my first term as a fresher at Hertford in 2005, and I knew something had to give.

Football and good food were too important to sacrifice and increasing my attendance at the gym seemed to be too much effort, so I decided to give up what is both the student’s best friend and the ultimate nemesis – alcohol. Perhaps I had subconsciously been influenced by the philosopher Bertrand Russell, who once said ‘to be without some of things you want is an indispensable part of happiness.’

To begin with, it was easy to stick to the resolution. When in Hertford bar it was far from difficult avoiding the dubious temptations of the Dark Pango. Formal hall was certainly less enjoyable without regular glasses of red wine, but it was also a great deal cheaper, both on the bank balance and on the liver. As the weeks went on though, social pressures made it increasingly difficult to decline the alcohol with which Oxford is awash. For one thing, it soon became tiresome explaining to people why I was ordering virgin cocktails rather than my usual pint of ale.

So, despite my initial enthusiasm, and the five weeks of effort I had put in, my will-power eventually failed me and during the second bop of Hilary term my New Year’s resolution was no more. I had barely made it beyond January!

If I had nursed any lingering embarrassment about this apparent weakness of will, it would soon have evaporated when I read those findings in the recent Tesco Bank survey. It seems that I am not alone in needing a little bit of support to keep my annual promises.

According to the survey, four in ten of us will make a New Year’s resolution for 2010. Many resolutions will look to improve our health or our finances. If you have already made your resolution, you will almost certainly still be full of the vigour and confidence that mark the early stages. You may have dragged yourself out of bed to the gym first thing in the morning, or you may have declined that second helping of dinner from your overly-generous mother. This is an excellent start and you deserve to feel proud but, once you are back at college, you might find the going slightly tougher. Early morning trips to the gym are much less appealing after an all-nighter, whether of the working hard or playing hard variety!

There are four simple measures you can take to strengthen your commitment to your New Year’s resolution:

1)Restrict yourself to one simple, attainable goal. When January comes around, many people make the common mistake of setting a number of different goals. While each goal might be very worthy, it is hard enough to successfully keep one resolution. Choose the goal you most want to achieve, make it your New Year’s resolution and try to achieve it before moving on to other ambitions.

2)Tell your friends and family. Letting other people know will help when you are with them, as friends can remind you of your New Year’s resolution. While some friends may initially make some jokes and jibes at your expense, if you are determined to see your resolution through most will support you and almost certainly end up admiring you.

3)Make your resolution public. While publishing all manner of personal information in public forums is now the norm because of Facebook, Myspace and Twitter, there is much to be said for letting the world know about your New Year’s resolution. If nothing else, it will make you more reluctant to quit, and deleting the resolution from your profile page or wall will feel like cheating.

4)Use the internet. There are a number of websites out there designed specifically to help you make and keep promises. If you want to put your money where your mouth is, you could try the American website, stickk, which allows you to wager money that you will see your resolution through. If you and a group of friends want to make the same resolution, then pledgebank might be worth a look. Alternatively, if you just want to make your resolution public, tell a few of your friends about it, and receive weekly reminders, then digipromise might be the place for you.

If you are still wavering about making a New Year’s resolution, it might be worth remembering the wise words of the German poet von Goethe, who said, ‘We can always redeem the man who aspires and tries.’ Or if 18th century poetry isn’t your thing, a similar message was conveyed by the former Canadian ice hockey player, Wayne Gretsky, when he said, ‘you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.’

So what was my New Year’s resolution this year? While giving up the gym seemed to be too much effort in 2006, my expanding waistline and reducing stamina suggest that the effort might be worth it after all. Go to DigiPromise to check my progress and make your own New Year’s resolution for 2010.

Good luck!

Flight 253

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Responding to a failed attempt at a terrorist atrocity is surely a hard thing for a political leader to play. The temptation seems always to get out there, immediately, on TV, and say something. Show resolve, express anger and determination, and in the process get a bump in the polls by looking and sounding like how we have come to think a leader should look and sound in such circumstances. That Obama did not follow this clichéd pattern is impressive.

By ignoring the impulse to rush towards the nearest microphone at the earliest hour, Obama has given a proportional response to the incident. Behind the scenes, much is being done, as it should be. The national security apparatus continues to function. A thorough review has been ordered (the likely conclusion of which is that the damaging, ego-driven pre-9/11 turf wars between the several US intelligence agencies have not yet dissolved, or have re-emerged). The federal government has made immediate changes to airport security policy. Obama has, since this all kicked off on Christmas Day, been in charge, and informed.

But this was, we should remember, a failed attack: this man is not a bomber, he is a failed bomber. The administration was right in its calculation that a media frenzy fueled by the White House would only have given undue encouragement and credit to the attempted terrorists. A public show of alarm by the President would have afforded them the semblance of victory when they have achieved little. By staying quiet, letting his staff handle the incident, and by sticking to his prior plans, Obama played it right.

The moment chosen to speak — a brief, low-key press statement by the President three days after the incident from his vacation in Hawaii — was well-picked. Fear and anger had subsided, enabling the public to appraise the event more rationally and with some distance. The President had more facts at his disposal: he was able to tell them things they did not know; pointing not merely to the likely aggressor but also providing details of what is being done in response. The shouters on the looney right, bawling that Obama had shown himself to be insufficiently interested in the safety of the US, were rebutted with hard facts and even temperament. Most importantly, by waiting, Obama spared America the unhelpful circus of competitive fear-mongering that has ravaged the political discourse surrounding such episodes in the past.

Flight 253 should be viewed with a sense of perspective. Howard Fineman is usually excellent, but his latest piece for Newsweek seems off the mark. Some of the article is quite interesting. But I’m not sure about its big point, which seems to be that pursuing health care reform was daft because, as “underscored by the Nigerian bomber”, the US is at war. You read this often: By tackling healthcare, Obama has tried to do too much, given that the US is at war and was in a recession last year. Fineman is right that the healthcare bill is imperfect. In some respects it is a poor piece of legislation, a missed opportunity to be truly radical, but that is the inevitable result of (necessary) compromise with those who disagree. It’s off the mark to argue that much-needed reform shouldn’t have been pursued because there’s other stuff on the President’s plate. That view pervades the US journalistic establishment — that what is arguably the world’s preeminent bureaucracy can’t handle multi-tasking. It can. And certainly it shouldn’t be frightened into inaction by a man who set fire to his pants.

Words of the Year 2009 announced by OUP

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Staycation, Tweetup and Jeggings are some of the Words of the Year 2009, according to a list commissioned by the Oxford University Press.

The list was compiled by the dictionary expert Susie Dent, who scanned the Oxford English Corpus, a two billion word database.

Tweetup, a meeting organised through Twitter; Hashtag, a hash sign added to a word that enables Twitter users to search for Tweets; and Paywall, a way of blocking access to a part of the website, were some of the words derived from new technologies.

On the list there is also an array of business-related words. The recently fashionable minute mentoring, where professionals are advised by mentors in a speed-dating form, was on the list as well as freemium – a business model in which basic services are free, but users pay for extra features.

In November, the Oxford American Dictionary chose Unfriend as its Word of the Year 2009.

 

Review: Ed Ruscha – Fifty Years of Painting

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Ed Ruscha describes his paintings as ‘information age art’: a label that seems fitting the moment you walk into this retrospective. The first room is full of paintings of single words blown up against a block-colour background. The words are mostly taken from commonplace, transient sources like adverts or comic strips. Such intense focus on the words of pop culture out of context (the 1962 ‘OOF’ Acanvas, for example) makes them seem comically removed from language, to the extent that they become purely visual objects. In ‘The Back of Hollywood’ (1977), Ruscha continues the idea of words-as-objects using a real life example. By painting the iconic Hollywood sign from an unexpected angle, he confronts us with its dual existence as a word and a material thing, and the consequent absurdity of placing a huge word in a physical landscape.

This painting also marks a transition in Ruscha’s work from the brashness of the early word-images, stencilled on in full Technicolor, to the complexity of urban landscapes centred on LA, Ruscha’s home. These later compositions retain the bold approach and large scale of his earlier work; gas stations, museum complexes, cinema screens are sliced up by dramatic and razor-sharp diagonal lines which seem at times parodically grandiose. There is a challengingly American sensibility to all of this; the large areas of block colour suggest huge areas of flat space, wide vistas interrupted only occasionally by buildings or signage.

But Ruscha’s images do not convey contentment with this vast expanse of the American West. He interrupts the geometric rigidity of compositions like ‘Standard Gas Station’ (1966) with unexpected elements like fire; the clean division of building against sky is interrupted by vicious-looking flames. The buildings he depicts seem antagonistic both to their natural landscape and to the humans implicit in their construction. In fact, people are pretty scarce in these compositions. Walking around the exhibition is actually a rather bleak experience; Ruscha’s information age is too swept up in its own arch-urbanity to have time for human beings.

This frustration of his with modernized America remains a central preoccupation of the Hayward’s vast and comprehensively curated exhibition. Perhaps the most nuanced expression of this is found right at the end, in the pair of monumental canvases ‘Azteca’ and ‘Azteca in Decline’ (2007). The former is an exact replica of a colourful street mural the artist found in New Mexico, complete with cracks in the concrete wall and some graffiti. The second painting suggests the continued effects of time on this mural, but includes trompe l’oeil to a surreal extent; the mural image has been torn and folded, crumpling from its grey background. Ruscha emphasizes on a monumental scale that even the grandest image is not infallible, and that any record, verbal or pictorial, will eventually be eroded. Even if our age is saturated with information, we can’t be fooled into thinking that any of its records are permanent.

Three stars

‘Ed Ruscha – Fifty Years of Painting’ is on at the Hayward Gallery, London until 10th January.

Admission for students is £6. Full-price tickets are £10. There is a 2-for-1 offer on tickets on Fridays. See Hayward Gallery website for further details. 

Review: Sherlock Holmes

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When a filmmaker starts talking about a new way of depicting a well-loved literary figure there will always be a few who consider such talk alone tantamount to blasphemy. I don’t count myself among them, though admittedly the thought of Guy Ritchie, best-known for his gangster films, directing two Hollywood A-listers in the leading roles of a new adaptation of Sherlock Holmes was a mix that didn’t look too promising at first. Thankfully, this very mix has produced one of the most entertaining films of the year.

There’s not a deerstalker in sight as Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson try to solve the mystery of a serial killer who has apparently risen from the dead and a secret society that is trying to take over the world. Okay, I’ll admit that the basic plot doesn’t sound all that good on paper and with good reason, as my rather apathetic synopsis suggests the plot simply isn’t particularly interesting. Yet this is scarcely a problem because this film is less about the mystery and more about the men who solve it. Where the script fails in producing an engrossing story line, it excels in its reworking of the two leading characters.

Although the plot may not deserve an extensive description, the characters certainly do. Instead of what some had feared; a case of Hollywood massacring a piece of literary history, what has actually taken place is a very well thought-out and even surprisingly subtle reimagining of the leading characters. Far from being a total overhaul of Holmes,

Robert Downey Jr’s portrayal of a troubled genius does not stray all that far from the original, save perhaps for a slightly greater emphasis on the ‘troubled’ part. He craves occupation, either intellectually, or physically, enjoying both a fight in pursuit of criminals or simply for fun (and perhaps some money) in his spare time. The audience is shown a man with a brilliant mind able to solve any crime with which he is presented, yet who is incapable of taking care of himself. Left to his own devices, his craving for intellectual stimulation sees him become increasingly destructive both to the furniture and himself. Here we see a truly flawed genius, one that despite the changes from the books is perhaps closer to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s original than one might think.

Whilst Holmes may be lacking some social skills, Jude Law’s Watson is every bit the charismatic Victorian gentleman, who manages to engage his own not insignificant intellect in more constructive and organised pursuits. This is certainly not the bumbling sidekick we’ve seen in previous screen adaptations.

It is the relationship between Holmes and Watson that is the film’s most interesting feature, one which is explored in surprising depth for an action-comedy film. Holmes is in many ways dependent on his good friend Watson to pull him out of his destructive phases. At times Holmes appears almost childish compared to Watson who must play the part of both a friend and at times a guardian. This is only reinforced when Sherlock learns that his friend is moving out to live with his fiancé. Yet this dependence is somewhat reciprocal. Whilst Watson might want to appear reluctant to help out his friend in solving a case, he still yearns for adventure, perhaps seeking to re-live his past, one which we are led to believe may not be as unblemished as it seems.

Having spent so long on the characters I have almost forgotten to praise the two leads for their superb performances in creating them. This is not to say that the supporting cast was poor, far from it, but they were all very much a sideshow compared to the heroes of the piece. The same goes for pretty much everything else, even the wonderful recreation of Victorian London and Guy Ritchie’s distinctive style of directing took a back seat role, letting the two leading actors carry the film. This may suffice as a one-off, but when it comes to the inevitable sequel my concern is that this won’t be enough and a more arresting plot will be necessary. But setting those concerns for the future aside, whilst Sherlock Holmes contains much that is below par, these problems are easily countered by the excellent characterisation and acting to make this a thoroughly enjoyable couple of hours.

4/5 stars

Network Trauma

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Networking. When I was too timid I got it wrong and when I was too zealous, even worse. In the past I have always been very backward in coming forward, to my detriment. On the rare occasions I have been introduced to someone useful, a potential ‘contact’ you might say, I have been rendered as speechless and as charismatic as my pet goldfish.

I decided I had to change, but it proved difficult. The turning point was a workshop at The Guardian, the centre piece of which was a ‘networking lunch’ – a revolting premise. The enjoyment of food should not be polluted by careerist plotting. However, squeezing a lukewarm sausage roll for support, I edged my way around the trestle table and tried to avoid eye contact whilst I formed a strategy. I bottled it, so my strategy became talking to the friends I had made in the morning and avoiding detection by any of the Guardian people at all costs. After ten minutes, my cunning strategy had crumbled. The recruitment woman was on to me. ‘I’ve been watching you and you haven’t moved! You already know these people! Get moving! What are you waiting for? Who do you want to talk to? What are you interested in?.’ She had smelt fear and she was not going to let me go without a tussle. I was led to someone more useful.

It was going rather well, conversationally, and I was relieved. However, moments later the lioness was back. She could not understand why I had stagnated and hit another networking brick wall. She ushered me round again and this was repeated until that lengthy hour ended. ‘So, how many email addresses did you get?’, she asked excitedly. Should I lie? I didn’t have time. My hesitation was enough. She could see that I was hopeless.

A few weeks later, I was at a drinks party full of potential contacts. Knocking back tepid Sauvignon Blanc, I was galvanized and indestructible. As tipsy as I was, I had no joy with a doddery Daily Mail columnist, who seemed wholly perplexed by the phrase ‘graduate recruitment’. He had managed to register that they did occasionally have some work experience drones milling around the office, but did not know how they arrived there. Across the room, my father seemed to be having more success. For reasons unfathomable, a woman from Harpers Bazaar had taken a shine to him. The second I heard the magazine title, I sent him back over to her. He was not keen. I insisted.

In effect, I pimped out my own father. Unable to network myself, I had sent my own father into a divorced harlot’s gaudy den. I felt guilty, but not guilty enough. I left my father to meet my friends, with strict instructions to get her number. The following day, he threw a business card at me. Bingo. What a price he had paid though, he looked so disturbed. He had not wanted to offend her and had ended up taking her out to dinner, during the course of which she had made several ‘lewd suggestions’. The mind boggles. He did look traumatized. All I can say is that I’m sorry. Next time, I’ll have to take the hit myself; if there are any lewd suggestions to be made, they should be made to me. Sorry Dad.