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Richard Ovenden: “We are guardians of facts and truth, rights of citizens, and identities of communities”

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From his office in the Clarendon building on Broad Street, Richard Ovenden calls libraries “the infrastructure of democracy.” These words are spoken with the authority of someone who clearly sees preservation not as nostalgia, but as a duty – a form of stewardship for knowledge itself. As the 25th Bodley’s Librarian, Ovenden is custodian of one of Europe’s oldest libraries, and he makes a simple but radical claim: that protecting the archive is an act of public service. 

It’s a belief that clearly shapes every part of his work at the Bodleian, where the boundaries between scholarship and politics are never entirely clear. As Ovenden admits, the archives are “capital P political” – home to the papers of prime ministers as well as the official archive of the Conservative Party, the records of Oxfam and the anti-apartheid movement. But he also recognises that every decision about what to preserve is, in itself, political. “Archivists are human beings”, he says; while they follow collection development policy, they are inevitably guided by their own interests and conflicts. His own interest lies in photography – a passion that has shaped recent acquisitions and exhibitions, most notably ‘The Camera Helps’ at the Weston Library, the first retrospective of the works of British social documentary photographer, Paddy Summerfield. As he puts it, “humans who have worked in the Bodleian for over 400 years have all played their role”, and this, too, is part of its lineage; his personal curiosity will undeniably leave a lasting institutional trace.

Ovenden is deeply conscious of the Bodleian’s long and sometimes fraught history. The library first opened its doors to the public on the 8th November 1602, celebrating its 423rd birthday earlier this month. Decisions made by predecessors continue to shape the archive today: historical collection biases, for instance, meant that works by some major women authors of the 19th century were turned down. As Ovenden admits, the decision to reject the first-editions of Jane Austen, Mary Shelley, and the Brontë sisters, “totally haunts me” hundreds of years later. These gaps still resonate within the collection, reminding us that archives were never neutral, and that each generation of librarians leaves its imprint.

These choices about what to preserve are rarely straightforward. As Ovenden explains, there’s always an element of serendipity in what survives – a “supply and demand equation”, as he calls it, that relies as much on timing and luck as on policy. Occasionally, this can decide whether something is lost forever, as with the collection of glass-plate negatives acquired by the Bodleian from the Old Royal Observatory ten years ago. Nearly discarded, they were saved after a quick decision and are now being digitised with the Paris Observatory – a model for how the Bodleian collaborates internationally to preserve vulnerable material. Stories like this illustrate how easily the boundary between loss and survival can blur – and how much of an archivist’s work still rests on timing.

This sense of uncertainty runs through much of Ovenden’s work. With over 13 million printed items, and a rough total count of 23 million items, he admits that “there’s hidden material in there” –  documents, images, and artefacts that haven’t been uncovered yet. It’s clearly a prospect that excites him and one that he sees as central to the Bodleian’s future – particularly as technological developments allow even well-known items to be seen in a new light. Through the ARCHiOx project, alongside the Factum Foundation, the Bodleian has been experimenting with photometric stereo technology to capture the surface of manuscripts in microscopic detail, revealing indentations and marks invisible to the eye. One of the most brilliant discoveries has been to uncover faded etchings and doodles in an 8th-century manuscript – inscriptions that hint at a woman named Eadburg, probably a nun, drawing little characters; not unlike students in a boring tutorial. These hidden marks, invisible to the naked eye, illustrate how new tools are reshaping what ‘preservation’ means. 

Yet as much as technology allows us to uncover the past, it also forces reflection on the present. Ovenden tells me about his lunch earlier that day, where he spent some time discussing social media archiving – how future scholars might want to use the material we produce today, and therefore how we should preserve it. It’s a question that clearly fascinates him partly for its practical implications and partly for what it reveals about the assumptions we make about ourselves. He agrees that “we always think of the current time as the best”, but history, he suggests, teaches otherwise. The choices we make about what to keep – the tweets, the videos, the messages – will shape what the future can know about us, and we have to make those choices now, with imperfect insight. Beyond its value to researchers, this kind of preservation has tangible consequences: records of online communication are already being used in war tribunals and human rights investigations. The challenge, he explains, is that we must make our best estimations of what will be wanted in the future – “and we almost always get it wrong.” 

“I’m a preserver”, he says. It’s not a grand statement, but it captures something central to his work: the quiet insistence that some record, however uncertain, is always worth keeping.

That instinct to preserve extends beyond the Bodleian. In recent pieces in The Observer, Ovenden has repeatedly returned to the question of what happens when societies fail to protect their records – when libraries are closed, books removed from shelves, or archives left to decay. His concern is not nostalgia but accountability. He has written about the closure of public libraries across Britain –  almost 200 since 2016 – which disproportionately affect the most deprived areas of the UK, arguing that they have a direct impact on the freedom of readers. Public libraries, he reminds us, are “the infrastructure of democracy itself”, places that allow everyone to “read freely from well-stocked shelves”, regardless of background or means.

In another piece, Ovenden turns his attention to the United States, where libraries have become “the frontline of the battles over knowledge.” He charts an alarming rise in book bans and political interference – librarians dismissed, data deleted, and the heads of major national institutions forced out. What connects these episodes, he suggests, is not censorship but a deliberate effort to control the public record. As he writes, the “war on libraries” is a warning of how fragile the principles of open access and free inquiry can be. Across both pieces, Ovenden’s message is clear: when the institutions that safeguard knowledge are undermined, democracy itself is weakened. The Bodleian, the public library, and the digital archive all stand on the same foundation – the belief that access to information is a public good, not a privilege. 

The Bodleian’s reach, though, extends far beyond Oxford’s colleges and quads. As Ovenden is quick to point out, it isn’t simply a university resource, but a national one – a library of legal deposit, holding a copy of every book in the UK, and a partner to hundreds of institutions worldwide. Its collections belong not just to scholars in Oxford but to anyone seeking to use them. “The library is more than just an immediate resource for the academic community”, he says in his measured way, describing partnerships with museums, schools and archives that make its vast collection more publicly accessible.

That sense of duty carries particular weight in Oxford, where some of the most deprived communities in the country sit just a short distance from the dreaming spires. Few students ever see that contrast, but Ovenden is acutely aware of it. For him, the Bodleian’s responsibility doesn’t end at the edge of the University. Much of its recent work has focused on finding ways to open up the collections to those who might never otherwise encounter them, through free public exhibitions in the Weston Library to collaborations with local schools, and digital projects that allow people around the world to access material from the reading rooms. Beyond that, innovations such as “tea trolley teaching” designed to provide library services to local hospitals, and the ‘Oxford Reads Kafka’ project of last year, reflect his belief that libraries are not static institutions but “palaces for the people”. As he puts it, “we have a duty as a place of preservation and dissemination of knowledge” – a warning that the work of the Bodleian is not only to safeguard the past, but to ensure that it continues to speak to the present. Therefore, the act of preservation itself is ultimately about the future, not the past; “we are guardians of facts and truth; rights of citizens; and identities of communities.”

When I asked Ovenden about these ideas of legacy – what he hopes will endure beyond his tenure – his thoughts turned immediately to one of the first collections he helped acquire: the Abinger Archive, the papers of Mary Shelley and her parents. At its heart is the manuscript of Frankenstein, accompanied by a series of journals between Percy and Mary Shelley, including the haunting Journal of Sorrow, which Mary kept following Percy’s death in 1822. “Fantastically interesting and important”, he reflects. Being involved in that acquisition, to fundraising to publishing and mounting exhibitions, clearly left a lasting impression on him. It was a concrete reminder that the choices librarians make – what to save, how to preserve and present it – determine what survives, what is remembered. For Ovenden, legacy doesn’t appear to be about monuments or titles, but about ensuring that the traces of human thought and experience – especially those vulnerable to loss – remain accessible and meaningful to future generations.

That sense of responsibility extends into his reflections for students. “I was a history student at Durham and here I am as the Bodley’s Librarian”, he says, almost matter-of-factly, a reminder that curiosity and persistence can take you far. He describes the current moment as a fascinating, if challenging, time to work in the “profession of knowledge” – particularly as access to information is increasingly shaped by commercial platforms and private “superpowers.” This makes the role of librarians and archivists all the more vital: the decisions they make about what to preserve and how are not just about collections – they shape how society remembers, questions, and understands itself. 

Even beyond professional considerations, Ovenden’s personal reading life offers insight into how he thinks about value and preservation. When I asked him for a single favourite book, he hesitated and then asked if I could possibly stretch to two. The first was The Lord of the Rings, which he fell in love with as a teenager after it introduced him to long-form prose and the pleasures of collecting. The second was Olivia Manning’s Balkans Trilogy, which he describes as “the most brilliant writing… more than comfort reading, it’s a balm to the soul.” For Ovenden, these personal attachments are inseparable from his work; they are a reminder that libraries exist not only to safeguard facts but to preserve the imaginative and emotional threads that connect readers across generations. 

Sitting with Richard Ovenden, it becomes clear that the Bodleian is more than just a repository of books and manuscripts; it’s a living testament to the choices societies make about what to remember and what to forget. His favourite books, the ones that first drew him into reading and collecting, serve as a quiet reminder that preservation is about curiosity, imagination and connection, as much as it is about facts. Underpinning it all is the conviction that libraries are, in his words, “the infrastructure of democracy” – a place where knowledge is protected, shared, and made available to all, not just the few. This conviction feels more urgent than ever in a moment where both libraries and democracy are under pressure – from political interference, book bans, and the erosion of public access. His work is a reminder that preservation is not just about safeguarding the past, but about defending the foundations of an open society. In the choices he makes, from rescuing fragile manuscripts to shaping national and international collections, he demonstrates that the survival of knowledge – and with it, the health of democracy – depends on vigilance, curiosity, and the quiet insistence that some record, however vulnerable, is always worth keeping.

Lord Peter Mandelson resigns as honorary fellow of St Catherine’s College

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Lord Peter Mandelson has resigned from his honorary fellowship at St Catherine’s College. A College spokesperson confirmed Lord Mandelson’s resignation, telling Cherwell he resigned because “he has decided to step back from public life”.

The resignation follows Mandelson’s dismissal as the UK ambassador to the US by Sir Keir Starmer in September, which was triggered by the revelation of supportive emails from Mandelson to Jeffrey Epstein after the latter’s conviction as a sex offender in 2008. Mandelson has said he deeply regrets the friendship.

The 238-page book of birthday messages to Epstein, released by the US congressional panel in September, contained entries from Mandelson. One of the documents is a letter, in which Mandelson called Epstein “my best pal”. The book also includes several photographs of Lord Mandelson and Epstein in various of the latter’s properties.

Acknowledging the news of Mandelson’s resignation, St Catherine’s JCR President told Cherwell: “The JCR feel that certain activities and associations of Lord Mandelson do not align with their values as a student body.”

In September, Manchester Metropolitan University stripped Mandelson of the honours that it gave him, including an honorary doctorate and a commemorative medal, over new information about his ties with Epstein.

Mandelson ran for the position of Chancellor at Oxford University last year, but was knocked out in the first round of preference voting. 

During his campaign for Chancellor, Mandelson was questioned about his ties to Epstein. Answering a question at the Oxford Union about whether he knew of the sexual abuse allegations against Epstein, he said: “I’m not, I’m afraid, going to go into further detail about this. I’ve said publicly that I regret meeting him in the first place. Everything that needs to be known about him is now known. There’s nothing further I can add.”

Jeffrey Epstein was an American financier and convicted child sex offender. He was found dead by suicide in 2019 in prison where he was awaiting trial for sex trafficking. 

Speaking at the time of Mandelson’s appointment as the UK ambassador to the US and before the birthday book was released, St Catherine’s College Pro-Master Professor Bart van Es said: “We are proud and delighted to hear of Peter’s appointment and know he will do an excellent job in the role. St Catherine’s is lucky to have Lord Mandelson as an Honorary Fellow and hope, in the near future, to host him again for an event in College.”

Peter Mandelson graduated from St Catherine’s in 1976 with a degree in Philosophy, Politics and Economics (PPE).

Mandelson was approached for comment.

The performance of watching: Cinema in the Letterboxd age

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While watching Paul Thomas Anderson’s One Battle After Another (2025) a few weeks ago, I found myself asking a rather disturbing question: “I wonder what people on Letterboxd are saying about this?” The thought led me to wonder about my own viewing habits: my tendency to search out reviews before I’ve watched a film, to be naturally more interested in or laudatory towards films generally considered ‘great’, or seminal and, my tendency to, unfortunately, denigrate films based solely on some sort of received wisdom that they are bad. This in turn led me to consider whether the whole culture of cinema is changing, becoming increasingly commodified, so that films become just another way of ‘performing’, of distilling a part of ourselves for public consumption. 

Letterboxd presents perhaps the most attractive – and addictive – means of performing the act of watching, allowing users to log, rate, and review every film they watch in a public forum with followers and comments sections to boot. Unlike a legacy review website like Rotten Tomatoes which gives more credence and airtime to professional critics or film journalists, Letterboxd democratises reviewing and makes it entirely public. A review of Todd Haynes’ Carol (2015) which reads “all i want for Christmas is a milf” has the same chance of being seen by thousands of eyes as a 2000-word review which discusses the influence of the Freudian death drive on the protagonists of the film, replete with references to Beauvoir and Friedan. Of course, there is nothing inherently wrong with this: I am a Letterboxd user myself and can acknowledge that as a concept it is certainly a successful one. It is also an inevitable one. Goodreads has existed as a means of logging books read since at least 2007, and Spotify wrapped day has attained the status of national holiday as a means of categorising, ranking and, crucially, publicising one’s ‘taste’ or consumption of music. 

So what is the particular fascination with categorising and ranking films watched and enjoyed? Organising one’s taste in this way, quantifying and “gamifying” the act of watching films is a means of distilling one’s cultural personality into rapid and digestible bites which can serve as representations of the individual. It also allows viewers to establish a strict hierarchy of films; the rating of films forces the user to consider them against each other, to consider the relative ‘goodness’ of a film on a numerical scale. In other words, it requires the viewer to quantify a qualitative property. Of course, film rankings, and the snobbishness and general desire for esotericism that comes with them, have existed for decades. The Sight & Sound poll published every ten years by the BFI since 1952 has long been considered the gold standard of film rankings, 100 films chosen by the foremost directors, producers, and critics in the world. And certainly, I’m not disputing the idea that certain films have long been considered more cerebral, artistic and generally “better” than others – with less mainstream, less commercial films usually (unfairly) considered in this former category – yet, what is noticeable is a marked intensification and diffusion of this line of thinking as our taste becomes public to the world. There was some discussion when the 2022 Sight & Sound poll was released surrounding director Ti West’s 10 film choices, which were deemed by certain internet users to be too basic, too generic. The list included films like Citizen Kane (1941), 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), Jaws (1975), and The Godfather (1975), all films virtually universally considered as masterpieces, yet the Letterboxd generation objected to West’s lack of individualism, the subtext being his lack of obscure choices. 

This intensified desire to be perceived as esoteric is presumably a product of a number of factors, one being most obviously the increased access to more independent and world cinema driving people to hold ‘commercial’ cinema to a higher standard. Another is a wider and more societal shift, wherein we are increasingly visible to the outside world and are aware of this visibility. So, we curate our online personas in response to our perceived audience. Letterboxd’s “four favourites,” four films which can be chosen to be displayed on one’s profile, represents, perhaps, the epitome of this. Choosing four favourites of anything, but especially of something as diverse and complex as films, very quickly becomes an exercise in curating a particular collection of films that one wishes to represent something about oneself rather than a definitive list of the very best films ever. Which is fine, of course, and certainly not a new phenomenon. There is no significant difference between 18th Century aristocrats using their bookshelves as status symbols and the average Letterboxd user curating their four favourites to display just the right amount of whimsy, intellectualism, and obscurity. 

But this obsession with films watched or enjoyed as representations of one’s personality becomes almost a form of ‘collecting’. Films are consumed and owned as badges of membership to a particular group rather than enjoyed on their own, for what they are. Viewers may begin to go into cinemas with expectations of how a film should be viewed based on a pre-existing consensus. The general trend of logging and displaying films after watching them may also be associated with a general reduction in people’s attention spans as a result of short form video, making the event of actually watching a film all the way through all the more significant and thus worthy of display. 

Of course, none of this is to say that Letterboxd has ruined cinema or that we’ve all become narcissists with taste spreadsheets. Most of the time, it’s really not that deep: people enjoy seeing which films they’ve watched and like to know what their friends think too. Still, there’s something funny about how even the most innocuous hobbies now seem to need an audience.

Film festivals should be more pretentious, actually!

Film festivals often get a bad rep. We’ve all heard the stereotype before: they are elitist and out-of-touch, filled with arrogant critics watching obscure films in exclusive, luxurious cinemas. The Oxford Student even ran a piece about this perceived pretentiousness in 2012: if a director wants festival success, an anti-Cannes crusader writes, what they ought to have made was a slow black-and-white film about German Protestantism. But a false binary holds up these views – the idea that festival films are just for the ivory tower, while commercial blockbusters are accessible, democratic cinema. Maybe Tony Stark is a man of the people, after all! But with any sort of inspection, this dichotomy crumbles, and we can see the important role these events play in the entertainment industry.  

Before I go any further, though, I have a confession: I am a film festival aficionado. I love getting to see films early, reading reviews as soon as the embargos are lifted, and joining in on the buzz around a particularly riveting watch. I am also the director for the upcoming 2026 Oxford University Short Film Festival this Hilary, and president of Oxford University Filmmaking Foundation (OUFF). But before you dismiss my arguments as the ramblings of a cinephile, I should tell you that I got placed a laughable number 14,733 in the queue for tickets at the recent BFI London Film Festival. So, I have not only a bone to pick, but a claim to neutrality. 

Still, to paint Cannes, Sundance, or Venice as some sort of resistance to ‘the market’ betrays a lack of knowledge about how these events actually work. Festivals are inherently commercial. Not only are big action movies often a key part of festival line-ups, but the events are designed to facilitate film sales to distributors. When OUFF interviews independent filmmakers, for example, our guests often describe festivals as a busy time in their lives not because of the number of films they watched, but the number of meetings it took to sell their film. Here, distributors are looking for the awards players and viral twitter gems, films that will bring them money through their cultural cachet.  

Despite the box-office obsession underpinning this process, festivals are nonetheless a platform to champion independent and world cinema. They have allowed underrepresented films to be watched by increasingly bigger audiences through this very distribution pipeline. A lot of films that went on to be at the centre of the cultural conversation and had great box office performances had their start at a festival. The Worst Person in the World (2021)? Snagged by Neon at Cannes. Past Lives (2023)? A24 at Sundance. Conversely, the films that skip the festival season completely are the ones that have the security of a well-established filmmaker behind them or a giant studio machine banking on their success (think Oppenheimer (2023) or, more recently, One Battle After Another (2025)). Not looking so democratic now, huh! But to prejudge quality based on how a film found a distributor is misinformed: ‘festival’ or ‘straight to theatre’ films are not good or bad because of the path they took to reach our screens. Different films just need different launchpads, and there is nothing wrong with that.

What worries me the most is the aversion to ‘pretension’ that underlies criticism of festivals. “Pretentious” often just means “foreign” or “challenging”. And such criticism is born out of a lack of confidence in the audience, whether it be their willingness to read subtitles, to appreciate an innovative film technique, or to welcome new talent on and behind the screen. This is not only anti-intellectual but extremely patronising to the ‘standard viewer.’  

Festivals are the best answer we have, and fulfil an incredibly important role, but this does not mean that commercial or political concerns are ignored once the lights dim in the theatre. Box office and lack of political resolve keep getting in the way of audiences’ access to great cinema. Just think of the Oscar-winning documentary No Other Land (2024), which played at the Berlinale but failed to secure American distribution. So many important stories are left only for festival audiences to see – not because of exclusivity or elitism but because of risk-aversion.   

As the entertainment industry gets increasingly formulaic, festivals (and the distributors that attend it) must double down on demanding respect for the audience and ensuring they have the opportunity to watch all kinds of cinema: daring, eye-opening, “pretentious”. This is far from an anti-commercial endeavour: they are simply supplying the consumer with more choice.

So, yeah, give me the slow black-and-white film about German Protestantism. Let pretentiousness run rampant. We could use more of it. 

On the edge of honesty: ‘The Man Who Turned into a Stick’

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To rehearse and perform an entire student production before the second week of Michaelmas term is no easy feat – and The Man Who Turned into a Stick struggled to rise to the occasion. 

This trio of short plays all rely heavily on the audience’s imagination and are drawn together, not just through repeated actors or reused set pieces, but through the moments where characters deny explicit moments of epiphany. Despite moments ultimately lacking vulnerability, the intimate venue, bare setting, and interrogative lighting brought out some engaging acting. Michael Gormley Jr.’s performance in particular tackled a difficult script with strength and sensitivity to the technical demands of the role. 

It opened with sparks: in the first play, The Suitcase, two sombre women sit across from each other at an empty table and reassure themselves that they enjoy each other’s company. The halting conversation between the two women as they proposed forming a friendship showed them teetering on the edge of honesty. Half-confessions about the married woman’s controlling husband and how much they wanted to be friends were loaded with implications of deeper intimacy and connection, but the spark failed to catch-on for the actors.The small-talk progressed and I felt like I was watching a first date, but not because the script required it. When the married woman entreated her friend to stay and reassure her of her affection, it felt like reliving Freshers week: the hopeful promise of friendship between two people who lack chemistry continued even when the awkwardness failed to serve any emotional purpose. There was a self-consciousness about the performance that the actors were unable to shake.

When a half-naked man crawls onstage to be addressed as a ‘suitcase’ and treated like an inanimate object, the dynamic between the audience and the actors shifts. It is an easy decision for the actors to continue with the same performance, especially as their characters clearly see a ‘suitcase’ rather than a man, but it detracts from the ‘suitcase’ actor’s (Michael Gormley Jr.) impressive physical work. 

As a suitcase, Michael Gormley Jr.’s onstage physicality was transfixing. Despite only moving inches at a time, barely shifting his weight between each foot, he enacted the epitome of objectification. Even his guttural moans, supposedly mimicking the sound of ‘insects’, were nearly intelligible, making it impossible to deny the humanity of the character-prop onstage. He accepted his role as a suitcase when the women twist a hair-pin up into his nose to ‘unlock him’, reacting with the conscious vulnerability of a child at the dentist. 

This emotive performance continued into the second scene where he commanded the stage alone for the duration. As a boxer preparing for a fight which will determine his future in the sport, he reveals his ambitions as he works out, and finally enters the ring for the big event. Shadow boxing for the duration of a play is no easy feat: his exhaustion as he lay on the floor, looking at the Burton Taylor ceiling and wondering where the stars were, felt truly helpless.

The final scene was the strongest: joining the entire ensemble onstage helped rectify the feeling of disconnect throughout the earlier scenes as lines felt fluid and interactions felt more like real conversations. 

The two punk rockers who are hit by a stick paralleled their characters from the opening scene, but this time the friction did not feel like a spark. Loneliness and isolation were apparent themes of the play itself, but towards the end the lack of chemistry between characters felt  less like a choice and more like discomfort on the part of the actors. There were flashes of , however, between the partners in hell: although one actor had a book in front of his face throughout the performance, in a good-cop bad-cop style of investigation, they produced a feeling of professional familiarity despite their moral distances. For such a bleak play, where an entire ‘act’ is a man’s solo performance, it would have benefited from more moments of human connection.  

The Man Who Turned into a Stick is not an easy play to perform. When the text itself depends on the viewer to understand its symbolic meaning, the actors are working double-time to convey the complexities of their characters but also the entire plot: words are not enough. This production was digestible: it was understandable and engaging enough to keep me entertained throughout. Yet, while there were moments of emotion and thoughtful performances, it ultimately failed to give me that sense of human connection that, for me at least, the play intended to address. 

Oxford Choir hold musical protest against Rosebank oilfield

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Oxford Climate Choir, a local activist group, have urged Oxford East MP Anneliese Dodds to oppose the development of the Rosebank oil field in a musical protest at Radcliffe Square. Their songs included the line: “Anneliese, Anneliese, pledge to cancel Rosebank please.” Rosebank is currently the largest untapped oil reserve in the North Sea.

The oil field, which lies west of Shetland, is to be developed by Equinor, a Norwegian oil giant. In a press release following the protest, the group pointed to the climate impact admitted by Equinor. The project is expected to generate almost 250 million tonnes of CO2 over 25 years and “significantly impact the climate”. The predicted impact is now more than 50 times greater than Equinor’s initial calculation of 4.5 million tonnes of CO2.

The government is now consulting the public on the Rosebank oilfield application. Carol Kirby, a member of the choir, was pleased a public consultation had been started, and said she hoped “many people would realise this is the moment to speak up, not just for future generations but for every living thing in the biosphere”.

Another attendee pointed to the economic advantages of focusing on renewable alternatives: “Developing Rosebank won’t lower our energy bills: the way to do this is by investing in renewables, which are now the cheapest source of electricity. Green energy also has the potential to boost the economy and create thousands of jobs, whereas the profits from Rosebank would go mainly to the Norwegian company developing it.”

Oxford Climate Choir is a branch of the national Climate Choir Movement, which began in Bristol in 2022, and has since spread to cities across the UK, as well as internationally, with branches in Kenya and Zimbabwe.

A spokesperson from the Oxford choir told Cherwell: “We cannot know which oilfield will be the one that tips us over into climate catastrophe. Every barrel of oil that stays in the ground helps keep our climate safer.” They also pointed to Anneliese Dodds’ membership of the governing Labour Party as a reason she was the focus of the protest, adding they “would have the same message for all Oxfordshire MPs”. 

During the protest, the choir also called on Energy and Net Zero Secretary Ed Miliband to reject Equinor’s application, singing: “Ed Milliband, say no to Equinor, stop Rosebank today!”

They urged Oxford University students to “call on your MP to oppose granting alicense to Rosebank”, and encouraged others to join the Choir, which meets monthly to rehearse. The Choir explained that singing “is a great way to get across a message in a powerful but peaceful way”.

Anneliese Dodds has been approached for comment.

University announces collaboration with Vietnamese research institutions

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The General Secretary of the Communist Party of Vietnam (CPV) Central Committee To Lam visited Oxford University during a visit to the United Kingdom, to enhance cooperation between Oxford research groups and Vietnam. The agreements with Vietnamese officials and University departments aim to improve collaboration in healthcare, higher education, and sustainable aviation. 

Vice-Chancellor Irene Tracey said: “These new agreements reflect our shared commitment to nurturing talent, supporting innovation, and addressing the challenges that face our world today. We look forward to working together in the spirit of friendship and mutual learning, strengthening the bridge between Oxford and Vietnam for years to come.”

Professor Myles Allen of Oxford Net Zero and Dr Nguyen Thi Puong Thao of VietJet Air announced a project to research the viability of geologically balanced fuels (GBF), standard aviation fuels whose CO2 emissions are compensated for by an equivalent amount of CO2 that has been captured and stored in geological formations. The Net Zero Aviation project will work with Oxford Net Zero, VietJet, and the International Air Transport Association until mid-2026 to reduce CO2 emissions in the aviation industry by increasing the usage of GBFs. 

The Pioneer Scholarship Scheme, offering fully-funded postgraduate scholarships for Vietnamese students, has also been launched in a partnership between Dr Thao and Oxford University. Dr Thao donated £13.7 million and Oxford added £4.1 million. The scholarship already supports eleven Vietnamese postgraduate and postdoc researchers at Oxford.

The International Health and Tropical Medicine Group at the Nuffield Department of Medicine and the Tam Anh Research Institute also established a partnership to collaborate on research in diagnostics and the prevention of non-transmissable diseases. The Tam Anh Oxford Partnership (TOP) will focus on merging Tam Anh’s reach as a private healthcare organisation with the research abilities of the International Health and Tropical Medicine Group.

The Vietnamese leader’s visit to the UK came during a period of controversy, as the BBC raised concerns over the barring of one of its journalists from leaving the country. Having travelled to Vietnam to see family and renew their passport, they subsequently had their passport and ID withheld. The UK Foreign Office released a statement on this issue, along with other human rights abuse allegations, after Lam’s meeting with Prime Minister Keir Starmer. In the statement, a spokesperson said: “We remain concerned by reported harassment of NGOs, journalists, and rights activists and communities in Vietnam and continue to raise these concerns directly with our Vietnamese counterpart.”

Oxford researchers launch £11 million programme to tackle chronic pain

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Researchers at the University of Oxford are leading a new six-year programme to develop brain implants and other cutting-edge solutions to treat chronic pain, which affects roughly 28 million people in the UK.

The £11 million Effective Pain Interventions with Neural Engineering (EPIONE) programme is funded by the Engineering and Physical Sciences Research Council, bringing together world-leading experts to create “smart” therapies that aim to transform the management of chronic pain.

EPIONE will target the brain’s pain networks using a systems engineering approach. The programme recognises chronic pain as a disease of the nervous system, which is often caused by errors in how the brain processes signals during injury or periods of illness.

Professor Tim Denison of the Department of Engineering Science, who co-leads the programme, said: “EPIONE will develop ‘smart’ therapies for chronic pain that monitor the body and adjust treatment dynamically – rather than delivering fixed doses.

“We are including people with the lived experience of chronic pain to co-develop our technologies and research methods, especially how we explore the role of nocebo and placebo effects in novel interventions. Economics also factors into our work, as we want to ensure our technologies are viable for the NHS and beyond.”

Over the course of this programme, researchers plan to deliver a number of “world-first technologies”. These include an adaptive brain implant that can sense and respond to pain signals in real time, as well as a “closed-loop” drug delivery system that automatically adjusts medication based on patient needs. The drug delivery system is believed to minimise side effects and addiction risk. The team will also develop non-invasive ultrasound and magnetic stimulation technologies which are capable of targeting multiple regions of the brain simultaneously.

Professor Ben Seymour from the Nuffield Department of Clinical Neuroscience, who also co-leads the programme, said: “Neurotechnology has the potential to realise substantial impact on reducing the burden of chronic pain in the UK and worldwide.”EPIONE involves collaboration between Oxford’s Institute of Biomedical Engineering and UK universities including the University of Cambridge, University of Glasgow, and UCL, alongside NHS pain clinics. Industry partners include Oxford spinout Amber Therapeutics, co-founded by Professor Denison, whose Picostim-DyNeuMo deep brain stimulation device will provide the technological platform for the programme’s first clinical trials.

Take it from me, there are worse things than Oxford

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There always seems to be plenty for people to complain about in Oxford. From late nights in libraries to crunch-time exam season, it’s never hard to find people on Oxfess or overhear them on Broad Street talking about their latest woes, academic or otherwise. It’s an enveloping force, a key part of being socially included: “This essay’s due in an hour”, “I’ve got a reading list the length of my arm”, “a 9am every day this week”. It’s also something I’ve always felt utterly excluded from.

Growing up, my mother experienced mental health problems, which meant that she was not present in our family home from when I was ten, my brother six. I grew up with an immigrant single father who juggled caring for us on one income with full-time work, without any family to fall back on in a country that has grown increasingly hostile to immigrants. But, unlike the everyday concerns that come with doing a degree, these are not socially acceptable problems to complain about: not something people can use to relate to one another.

I do not say this to condemn people who vent their worries about academic work, or who find that being in Oxford really does cause serious distress. I know from first-hand experience how important it is to seek help if you find yourself deeply unhappy with your life, however aspirational that life might seem to others. All the same, if Oxford does get you down, I think we could learn something from each other.

For a long time, I allowed my early life to define how I saw myself here. I thought of myself as naturally set apart, unable to take part in the rituals of waving goodbye to parents as they dropped me off at the start of term, looking forward to calls from home, and visiting in the vac. Doing laundry one night, staring at the row of washing machines spinning in perfect unison, I realised the opposite is true. I am a person in the world, just like anyone else. Perhaps my experiences are not a handicap, but a help.

When I sit down to Teddy Hall’s “ming” dinners every night, I know how to appreciate the guarantee of a meal that’s been cooked for me. When I get back to my room in the evening and turn the heating up, I know what a luxury it is to be sure I can do this, not just for that night, but every night. And when there are bad moments (and there are), I face it. I sign up to help the freshers move in, and when I look for the jealousy I think I should feel at the family relationships I see, it’s only vestigial. I make myself join in conversations when the topic turns to home and family. I remind myself that there are a million things I have that others don’t.

I think I’ve been coasting on other people’s happiness for a long time now. It’s part of why I felt I ought to write this – everyone who has ever made some passing joke or shown some heartfelt nostalgia for their childhood in front of me has helped me to see that there are always ways to catch up on happiness, and to appreciate seeing it in others. This is my odd way of returning the favour – of saying that, if you feel things are tough for you here, try to hold on to the little moments that remind you how lucky you are to be here.

Go cycling down Broad Street with the sun in your face and the wind in your hair and that interminable pile of books in the basket. Volunteer, if you can, in your local community and see how possible it is to make a difference in the world. If there’s something you want that you think you can’t have, some unreachable point you’re always striving for, take little steps. When a girl sits down opposite me in the library with her hair in two neat braids, I no longer think of all the things my mother couldn’t pass down to me. Instead, it’s just another thing I might learn one day, another joy left for me to discover.

Now, at the start of my final year, it’s difficult to imagine having regrets about being at Oxford, whatever it might bring. The sort of perfectionism that gets to so many people here, I’ve found, only becomes grating when it’s exclusively turned inwards. I might never be a great painter, but the museum’s as open to me as anyone else.

Oxford Theologian John Henry Newman honoured by Pope Leo XIV

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The 19th-century Catholic theologian and Oriel College fellow Cardinal John Henry Newman has been conferred a series of honours by Pope Leo XIV.

Cardinal Newman was named “a patron of the church’s educational mission” last week, and was elevated to the status of Doctor of the Church over the following weekend. This title is given by the Catholic Church to saints deemed to have made a significant contribution to theology. Newman joins St Thomas Aquinas as a patron of education, and he is one of only 38 saints to be named a Doctor of the Church. He was further named Patron Saint of the Pontifical Urban University in Rome.

Newman was central to the Oxford Movement, a 19th century theological movement, which began in the 1830s. Originally an Anglican, he converted to Catholicism in 1845, after which he was forced to resign his Oriel fellowship. He was subsequently elected to an honorary fellowship at his alma mater, Trinity College, Oxford, in 1877.

One of Newman’s most influential texts was The Idea of a University, first delivered as a set of lectures at the Catholic University of Ireland (now University College Dublin). The work defends a liberal education, where knowledge is pursued for its own sake rather than for professional training.

Lord Mendoza, Provost of Oriel College, said: “[Newman’s] emphasis on the tutorial system of teaching and on the personal, moral and social development of students was adopted by every other college. It is in part to his credit and his The Idea of a University that Oxford is an exceptional place to study.”

Oxford University’s Newman Society, a student Catholic Society, is named after the theologian. It was founded in 1878 as the “Catholic Club”, and renamed with Newman’s permission in 1888.

Adam Gardner, president of the society, told Cherwell that the society was “ecstatic” about Newman’s elevation. He added: “It goes to show that [Newman’s] contribution as an academic in the University is recognised beyond the bounds of academia, and that he is on par with (arguably) the greatest Catholic theologian of all time, St. Thomas Aquinas.”

He also reflected on Newman’s position in English Catholicism: “With the memory of the penal times still in the minds of Catholics in England today, it is most wonderful to have a Saint so highly revered by the Universal Church being from England; that England has not been forgotten and is a land where Saints are born.”

Newman’s contribution to education goes beyond Oxford. He served as rector of the Catholic University of Ireland, and founded the Oratory School in Birmingham. But he continued to view Oxford as the best model for education, and is said to have chosen the Oratorians when joining a religious order because their organisation most resembled an Oxford College.

Samuel Troy, the Newman Society’s publicity officer, told Cherwell: “Among a lot of members of the society, there is a real sense that Newman is our friend. There aren’t many other saints who write about essay crises and finals stress, and it’s amazing that someone who feels so like a modern-day student has been declared a Doctor of the Church. In some ways, the proclamation of Newman as co-patron of Catholic Education makes the ‘Oxford system’ the educational ideal of the Catholic Church.”