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Taboo: the work and legacy of Nobuyoshi Araki

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The explicit photographs of Japanese photographer Nobuyoshi Araki have been the subject of much controversy due to their blurring of the line between pornography and fine art. Over the course of his prolific career Araki has gained the support and acclaim of arts institutions around the world, but last year allegations of exploitation emerged which have drawn protests at his exhibitions and further complicated the legacy of this contentious photographer.

Born in Tokyo in 1940, Araki was witness to the sexual liberation that swept through Japan in the 1960s and the rise in popularity of kinbaku or shibari. This Japanese erotic tradition is a style of bondage that became prevalent in the 1950s through the photospreads of magazines such as Kitan Club and Yomikiri Romance which showed the practice of binding the body with ropes and suspending the individual in the air, often in asymmetric and uncomfortable positions. Over the past six decades Araki has produced a prolific output publishing over 400 books and participating in exhibitions all over the world, with several taking place in Japan alone each year. He has come to be considered one of, if not the, most important photographers in Japan.

Araki’s images obsessively portray beautiful young women, nude and often bound by intricate formations of rope, ranging from full figure shots to close ups of the face and genitals. Captured in black and white with a high contrast, his images depict the unblemished perfection of the model’s pale skin against her black hair. While kinbaku is an erotic tradition, it is also essentially aesthetic in its expression and prescribed formations of bindings and knots are used to create katas or forms to bind the body in unnaturalistic forms. With knees hoisted up to shoulders and arms held against the back, Araki uses these forms to create enigmatic images of contorted bodies and perfect flesh.

His photographs have been hailed as a celebration of sexual liberation, the man himself lauded as a bastion of expressive freedom in the arts. Such readings position the gaze of the model staring out of the image as the sexually empowered stare of an individual unashamedly celebrating her body and sexuality by relinquishing control. These images however have also faced strong criticism for objectifying the female form with the arrangement of the body for the viewing pleasure of the beholder reducing the model to the subject of male desire. Araki himself has dismissed such readings as simplistic, and prominent figures of the art world have defended his work. Creative Director of the New York Museum of Sex Serge Becker suggested that the viewer’s discomfort in looking at Araki’s photographs comes not from contention with his depiction of women, but from an unease with the urges which are provoked by his images: ‘Some of the discomfort is not necessarily because we disagree with him, but because he touches us and shows us aspects of ourselves we tend to cover up.’

This debate was further complicated in April last year when a former model and ‘muse’ of the photographer published allegations of exploitation during their 16 year collaboration. In a blog post about her work with Araki, Kaori detailed allegations of non-payment, failures of the artist to maintain the privacy of the model during shoots, and the use of images of her without consent. The claims provoked strong opposition to Araki’s work from feminist groups and exhibitions of his images became the subject of protests. In Berlin the activist group Angry Asian Girls Association protested a solo exhibition at the city’s C/O gallery, and in Warsaw the group Bison Ladies We Say No protested the Raster Gallery’s group show Foreign Bodies. The allegations of financial and artistic exploitation and his apparent lack of regard for the welfare of the model has given strength to the argument that Araki views the women he photographs not as autonomous individuals, but as objects for his own artistic and commercial gratification. Kaori herself wrote: ‘he treated me like an object.’

Discussing his motivations, Araki claims to work in service of the overarching themes of art – love and death – which he believes are ultimately expressed in depictions of the female nude. In doing so, Araki aligns his work with the canon of art history among countless other artists who claimed that it is by portraying the naked female form that the essential themes of life and of art can be immortalised in pictorial form. Told that an intellectual could be defined as a person who had discovered that there were more interesting things in life than women, Araki vehemently protested. ‘There is nothing more interesting than women, and nothing more exciting. Their biggest attraction is being mysterious…You absolutely cannot understand them.’

With these views, the photographer betrays a strikingly traditional opinion of women as a subject for intrigue and fascination which begs the question; do the explicit images of women Araki produces actually challenge us with something new that pushes boundaries, or are they just a new vision of the objecthood of women that has been parroted throughout the history of art?

Restaurant Review: Oli’s Thai

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It is high time that I write a negative review. After my gushing fascination with Peppers, infatuation with Pan Pan, and absolute satisfaction with Jee Saheb, I’m sure some of you are wondering if there is any restaurant in Oxford that I don’t like. Yes, of course there are, and someday I will review one of them. But today will not be that day, because today I’m talking about Oli’s Thai.

I feel somewhat guilty about reviewing Oli’s Thai because so many of you will be unable to go. In fact, just before a fortuitous invitation from a friend, I had booked a table for two at Oli’s Thai at the nearest possible date. This paper would have withered away, its fragments floating down St Giles, by then. Just joking: I managed to get a table on the 2ndMay. Nevertheless, May?! Three months down the line our Prime Minister will have probably expended all our capital on jet fuel for her flights to and from Brussels, and there will be 1000 more compilation videos of John Bercow bellowing ‘Order’. Far too long to wait. 

So how lucky I am to find myself in this tiny little restaurant in East Oxford, that everyone, from your tutor to the bouncer at Bridge, has been talking about. Rufus Thurston, who runs Oli’s with his Thai wife, Laddawan, has stated that “a lot of my favourite restaurants are in Brooklyn, and it’s not obvious where they are, they’re plain, food-focussed and the customers are people who walk there.” Upon entry, one can see that Rufus’s aims have been fulfilled. No more than six tables scattered all around, a soft glow illuminating everything: Oli’s could not be more welcoming. The attitude of the customers reflects the Williamsburg ideal too. Entirely nonplussed, very few students, one must assume that these are regulars. But even if they come to Oli’s every week, every day even, to not betray at least the slightest indication that what they are eating is something extremely special is an impressive feat. For the food at Oli’s is so stupendously extraordinary that one is left simultaneously pleased and astonished that such an institution can retain its effortless charm.

Where to start. Well, a chickpea salad came out first. You may be asking yourself how exciting that can really be. Really fucking exciting is the answer. At Oli’s the simple becomes the sublime, and such an ability to transform a simple chickpea to an entity of such flavourful depth is something to be marvelled at. Crunchiness and heat surge to the fore before being cooled off by perfectly juicy tomatoes. Next up is another salad, this time with cod as its centrepiece. Again, so so good. Flaky cod melts in your mouth, supplemented by fiery red chillies, onions and a wonderfully punchy, tangy sauce. The understated star of the dish, however, had to be the miang leaves. God, why do we not eat more of this stuff. Salad leaves simply won’t do any more. 

Then it was time for the main event: confit duck panang. Confit initially confounded me – surely more Paris than Pai? But it works ever so well. Like the cod, tender, juicy pieces of duck fall off the bone and then dissolve in your mouth, its softness balanced out by the crispiness of the skin. The heat is there too, bubbling under a sea of warm coconut. Subtly magnificent and totally heart-warming, it just does not get better than this.  

I simply could not stop there and opted for Oli’s take on a pastel de nata. A Portuguese delicacy in a Thai restaurant? Anywhere else I’d be apprehensive, but at this point I was far too smitten to care. And I had little to worry about. Creamy custard bursts under flaky pastry, bringing my tastebuds back to earth in the most satisfactory manner possible. Flawless.

I should also add that the service is pretty much faultless too. Supplies of water inconspicuously provided at all points, all questions regarding the spice of this and the spice of that handled with precision, knowledge and a charismatic lack of condescension. What was most striking, however, was the reverence for the food on show, and rightfully so. At Oli’s, food is nothing short of a pure expression of life. Is there any better restaurant in Oxford? I really don’t think there is.

‘Together’ Treasurer barred from standing in Union election

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The treasurer candidate for the ‘Together’ slate, Lee Chin Wee, has been barred from running in this term’s Union election, per a ruling issued by the Union’s Returning Officer.

It has emerged that Lee is ineligible to stand under Union election rules, which require that all candidates must be a current member of the Standing Committee or a Senior Appointed Official, and must have served for at least one term as a member of the Secretary’s Committee or as an Appointed Official.

This would normally mean that Lee was able to stand, but it transpired that his position as International Officer (an Appointed position) was never been ratified by the Union’s Standing Committee last term as required. Per Union rules, he has thus not officially served a term as an Appointed Official or member of Secretary’s Committee, meaning he does not meet the requirements to stand for election as Treasurer-Elect.

In his official ruling, the Returning Officer wrote that: “I received an envelope with a message from ‘A Member’ in my RO pigeon hole at 2.57 pm, before the Close of Nominations, which informed me that the Member had concerns about the ratifications of Mr Lee as International Officer in MT18.

“Having investigated all of the Standing Committee Minutes from the term, I am satisfied that there was not a vote to ratify Mr Lee as International Officer.”

He continued: “With this in mind I gave Mr Lee the opportunity to make a submission before the hard deadline required for posting a list of validly nominated candidates. However, nothing brought forward by this submission persuaded me from my initial reading of the rules.

“Therefore, I rule that Mr Lee shall not be considered as having been Ratified as an International officer under current Rules. This means that Mr Lee, under the current Rules, can not [sic] be considered as having been International Officer for the purposes of this election.”

The official ruling concluded that: “As CDSC, Mr Lee is a current Member of Standing. However, as Mr Lee can not [sic] be considered as having been International Officer, he does not meet the requirements of having served a further term either on Secretary’s Committee or as an Appointed Official.”

In an official statement posted on social media, Lee wrote: “Yesterday, I was disqualified from running for Treasurer. It’s Union politics in its full, toxic, viciousness: The precise event which triggered my disqualification came three minutes before the close of nominations.

“A letter written by ‘A Member’ was pidged to the Returning Officer, laying out the technical reasons as to why I was not eligible to stand for election. It is clear, both from the timing of the letter and its contents, that this was a pre-planned attack; a move to disqualify an officer candidate from a slate that some individuals just do not want to see win.

“As it turns out, I was never ratified as International Officer because I’d completed an insufficient number of vacation days. Fair enough; but ironic considering my position as International Officer – as an international student, I was unable to serve these vacation days because my flights back to Singapore were pre-booked months in advance.

“It’s a pity, because had I been elected, I’d have pushed for changes to the vacation day requirements that would’ve made it easier for international students to participate in the Union.

“While I served as International Officer, there was no indication anything was amiss. On the minutes, I was indicated as ‘International Officer’. When I organised an International Pub Quiz for the Union, I was recognised as an ‘International Officer’. When I handed over my portfolio to Alice, I was referred to as the ‘Outgoing International Officer’. Yes, there is no evidence I was ratified through a formal vote by the Governing Body; that much is true. The issue of what should count as ratification, however, is a different question – that is a fight left for another time.

“Had I been ratified, I would’ve been eligible to run for Treasurer because I was International Officer for a term, and then Debate Chairperson (a position on the Governing Body of the Union) for another.”

With Lee barred from running and the election’s nomination period closed, the Together slate, led by Brendan McGrath, will now not be able to field a candidate for the position. The ‘Engage’ slate’s candidate for Treasurer, Rai Saad Khan and the independent candidate Shining Zhao will be the only candidates on the ballot.

The Oxford Union, Together, Khan, and Zhao have been contacted for comment.

Preview: Many Moons – ‘the edges of a crowd’

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In Many Moons, one character remarks that pushing for space on a crowded London street “feels a bit like the end of the world.” It is this tension between the intimate and the immense that Alice Birch is concerned with in in her debut full-length play, brought to the Michael Pilch Studio this week in a new production by Small Fry Theatre.

First shown at Theatre 503 in London in 2011, Many Moons follows the lives of four people living in the London suburb of Stoke Newington. The trajectories of these characters come together to create a captivating, and at times sinister, portrait of the urban experience.

The play’s action takes place entirely within one day in July. The characters navigate the same few square miles, colliding at different points. Meg (Abby McCann) is a pregnant housewife, suffering in the domestic haven of her own making. Ollie has a fascination with the cosmos, but is crippled by social awkwardness. Juniper (Mati Warner) has just moved to London and is optimistically on the hunt for love. Robert (Henry Wyard) is growing old and simply wants to keep himself to himself. Whilst these four are seemingly unconnected, by bringing these disparate identities together, Birch’s text forces us to think about how we all fit in.

The selection of scenes I preview a few days before opening night starts at the play’s beginning. Director Rudi Gray’s staging is simple yet powerful – I am told that Small Fry’s Many Moons will be in the round, with each character sat on a chair at the stage’s edges, turned in to face one and other.

The play begins with a monologue from each character, and the staging has a visual effect in this section not dissimilar from what I imagine an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting would look like. In the opening scene, each character sits, or stands up, to say their piece – together enacting a kind of group confession, revealing what they think of themselves or their lives as if they had been prompted by some non-existent group facilitator. Meg explains how she likes to “make bread in the bread maker and marmalade on the stove” but her monologue takes a more ominous turn when she lets slip that she “found a dead rabbit in (her) compost bin once.”

Juniper declares that she thinks of herself as “a bit of a free spirit”, but concedes that wouldn’t say she was a feminist in front of a boyfriend because it’s “not that sexy really, is it?”

Birch’s writing is an absolute treat in these monologues, the text being abundant and delightfully dense. At times the characters even speak in lists – Meg remarks that she likes to “go on Facebook on Youtube on Hotmail and Gmail and Mumsnet and MySpace with Jeremy Kyle then Woman’s Hour and Loose Women in the background.”

Birch enjoys scattering the text with snapshots that serve to sum up our modern world – “traffic light parties” and “Snakebites” – with phrases that are so believable they bring you to the point of laughter – “I’m a bit cartwheely, a bit sort of out there, you know?”

The subject matter explored in these opening monologues reflects what I think Birch is really interested in in Many Moons. In these monologues, the four characters are attempting to construct a sense of self and present it to us with the markers that can be read and understood by a modern audience.

Juniper insists that she is “very good at empathising with people” and that she was “going to go on the Reclaim the Night March last year” but couldn’t because “it was so rainy.”

We come to understand which categories these characters identify themselves with – Robert “liked being called a ‘know-it-all’” – and which categories they firmly reject. But, crucially, Birch points out the gap between how these characters want to be perceived, and who they really are. In this way Many Moons explores the very boundaries of the self.

In bringing four very different characters together onto the same stage, Birch is asking questions about how our understanding of the self transforms when we are part of a collective – for example, a city. Collective experience is explored through the use of movement in Small Fry’s production. A particularly compelling moment I saw from later on in the play was a representation of Ollie walking through a crowded street. Standing in the centre of the stage, Scruton is surrounded by the other actors who tug at his arms, legs, and torso, rotating around him as they go. This has the effect of intensifying the presence of the four actors on stage, creating a spatial experience that is utterly claustrophobic.

The play comes to a head when the four characters attend the same street market, unknowingly walking within metres of each other – at one point Meg and Ollie literally bump straight into one and other. Is it “fate” like Juniper declares? Later, when I ask the cast and crew what they Birch meant with the play’s title, Gray points out that all of the characters share an interest in cosmology. I suggest that each character is like a celestial object, bound together somehow, and McCann comments how in our society we exist as individuals but there are “moments when we interconnect” which have the potential to “change your life forever.”

Producer Lizy Jennings thinks it’s also about how we “orbit” around others, how as individuals, we “obsess over other people,” without realizing the extent of it. We are many moons orbiting around several different centres, colliding as we go.

Small Fry Theatre’s new production of Many Moons promises to be a delicate and haunting exploration of Alice Birch’s stunning text. I advise all those who can to head down to the Pilch this week to see it.

Many Moons is at the Michael Pilch Studio until Saturday 23rd February.

Fame, fortune and failure

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His biography reads like a particularly lazy Onion headline: Canadian man, 32, accrues $227,000 of debt in pursuit of light-up sneakers, flatscreen TVs, and motivational-rap superstardom. Alas, Curtis ‘Unkle’ Adams’ unenviable predicament is all too real, and while it has spawned a bountiful crop of memes, a 19,000-member Facebook group, and a brief squabble with music critic Anthony Fantano, it has failed either to further his ambitions or to restore his grasp on reality. Whether you see him as a slighted genius or just a delusional Saskatchewan, ‘The Unk’ is a sobering example of the perils of the rocky road to celebrity seemingly offered by social media.

The past decade has seen YouTube propel plenty of musicians into the big-time, with other platforms enhancing this effect since 2012. While most have been fresh-faced and homegrown- notably more illustrious fellow Canadian Justin Bieber- older artists have also reinvigorated their careers online; Lana del Rey was 26 when Video Games went viral. But Unk is different. Unk, say much of his fanbase, needs help.

The reaction to the first episode of ALAM, which Unk describes as “a reality series with no script”, elicited genuine concern from many of Adams’ followers. Although the overwhelming majority of ‘nieces and nephews’ enjoy Unk’s oeuvre with a healthy pinch of irony, they do so with an enthusiasm which some artists would leap to monetise. The Unkverse wiki chronicles an elaborate ‘lore’, a mythology built around characters in his songs, Adams’ personal life, and a rallying cry that ‘Unk f****d my wife’. Bizarre as it may be, Unk’s fanbase is passionately dedicated, and would be a valuable tool on his journey to fame- if only he could accept it.

Sincere as his intentions may be, Unk refuses to recognise the limited commercial appeal of public-domain beats ornamented by nasal Canadian pronouncements on the dangers of drugs and climate change. Meme fame- insincere admiration- just won’t cut it, and so he disables comments, blocks followers, and denounces the Facebook group as ‘a bunch of trolls’ for trying to reason with him. Some of the comments on ALAM 1 sound like a cop trying to talk someone off a bridge. “Please dude. You gotta confront the fact that what you do won’t get you fame. Take a break, get a job, take the lessons….”

While not everyone is this sympathetic, there is a sense of real unease that surfaces occasionally in the collective voice of the fanbase, only to retreat back into flippancy when Unk reminds the world again of his inability to take any kind of criticism. Pleas like the comment above go unacknowledged; ‘haters’ are blocked; the unfavourable Fantano review, Unk’s highest level of publicity, triggered a public tantrum hinging on a puerile insult derived from Fantano’s username, ‘TheNeedleDrop’. After the debt announcement, thousands of people on the Facebook group suggested that each member make a contribution to pay it off and get Adams back on his feet- persuade him to go back to his job and make music at home, instead of spending thousands on studio time and flashy music videos (if anything filmed in Regina, Saskatchewan can be described as such). But such schemes are inevitably abandoned when the hive mind remembers that Unk is too far gone.

Refusing to alter his behaviour, fixated on the promise of ‘viral fame’ and defying all reason in pursuit of this goal, Unk is obsessed with social media, although it has now become a vehicle for documenting his decline, which he mistakes for increasing his celebrity. Group members have posited that he might suffer from the Dunning-Kruger effect, a cognitive bias of illusory superiority whereby lower-ability people cannot objectively evaluate their competence. Behind all the memes, the proud proclamations of cuckoldry, and the chants of ‘lelelele’ (a quote from ‘Original’, which recently appeared on Oxfess) the tale of the Unk is a sad and cautionary one. As one commenter put it: ’It’s like watching a car crash. It’s interesting for a bit but when the car’s done burning, you drive away.’

Leave her alone!

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Our generation does not remember Princess Diana, or the treatment she faced by the media. We know she was hounded; we know she died.

Conspiracy theorists even believe she was murdered, trying time and time again to prove the Royal family are to blame. They’re not; the media is. Surely we can’t know what it was like to read about Diana in the news every day?

But, we actually kind of do. Not a day goes by without a story on Meghan Markle: everyday a new dress, a new leaking from her family, a new image of her ‘cradling’ her bump.

Meghan Markle’s assimilation into the Royal family, and into British consciousness and the public eye has not been simple.

It seems that no lessons have been learnt from the fate of the previous ‘People’s Princess’.

There are arguments that this treatment is to be expected for anyone of such high profile; A sense that if Meghan is going to be so prominent in the public eye, then the public are entitled to know everything about her, to harass her, that it makes it ok that her family have leaked all the informa- tion they have about her into the world.

But we are not entitled to any of these things. We are not entitled to Markle. It is one thing for it to be reported that she has attended an event, given patronage, or for it to be breaking news when she soon gives birth.

It is another thing entirely for news outlets to give interviews to her attention seeking, cruel distant family. In the past few weeks, a letter Markle sent to her father was leaked to the Daily Mail.

It could only really have been leaked by one person: him. The man who claimed victimhood when unable to attend Markle’s wedding in May last year.

The man who says he wants reconciliation with his daughter, and yet has caused the severing.

A world where a person’s handwriting can show them to be a ‘narcissist’, as one ‘handwriting expert’ has analysed of the leaked letter, is a world where everything has gone too far.

This isn’t news, it isn’t any semblance of decent reporting, it’s bullying. No matter what the status is of the person receiving the abuse, it is still abuse.

If you type ‘Meghan Markle Bump’ into Google, a myriad of stories appear. One from the Express on the 26th of January stands out, titled, “Meghan CAN’T STOP showing off: Duchess uses these SNEAKY tricks to flaunt her baby bump.” Crude insinuations of attention seeking and sneakiness are bizarre: the bump cannot be hidden.

The article – and all others in the same vein – made me think: Why are we criticising a woman who wants to touch her baby bump anyway?

The reaction to Markle’s apparent bump cradling highlights more about her critics than it does her.

Some people cannot stand the sight of someone seemingly doing ‘better’ than them. It reeks of jealousy. And of course, it is not only jealousy that fuels the media’s torrent of criticism: racism and classism are obvious factors in the media’s treatment of Markle.

There are racist ‘trolls’ on twitter and Instagram, and there are unscrupulous journalists covering Meghan’s every move. I’d suggest there isn’t too much difference between the two.

The media insinuates, and the public pile on, in comment sections, in conversation. It is hard to avoid. I’ve seen more photos of Markle’s baby bump than I’ve seen photos of my own mother in the past few months, and she posts on Instagram all the time.

One of the tabloids’ current Markle obsessions is the rumour that the ‘fab four’ (William, Kate, Harry, Meghan) are fracturing, and that she is to blame. Speculation and unnamed sources have led to a strange situation where we follow the daily activities and dramas of the Royal family as if they are a reality show.

The two couples are reportedly ‘splitting their staff’ as Harry and Meghan move away from Kensington Palace. What is so radical and dramatic about two grown-up brothers finally deciding not to live together? Nothing, really.

It seems that the media is attempting to pull the individuals apart in order to break down each one individually. But their main target will always be Markle.

Most of us will probably remember the media attention given to Kate Middleton before and after her wedding. Everyone was obsessed with her, just as originally, we were all obsessed with Markle in a positive way, but Middleton was never really attacked in the media.

Not to the same extent, anyway. William never had to put out a statement urging the media to leave her alone. In a post-Diana and post-Leveson culture, it is surprising that the media continues to act as it does. Nobody really sees the Royals as ‘real’ people, and in many ways they’re not real. They seem untouchable.

Society is somewhat split into two sides: the side who love the Royals, and hence believe they’re entitled to know everything about them, and the more Republican side who see no point in monarchy existing anymore, and therefore in criticising Markle they think they’re actually attacking the monarchy as a whole.

But the Markle criticism is over the top, insidious, targeted and cruel.

Whilst the media are free to report on events as they do, the practice of giving media space and attention to Markle’s father and other family members highlights a darker side to news which we should be avoiding, not encouraging by reading and watching it.

Interview: editor of the New Statesman, Jason Cowley

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In the late 20th century, the literary scene was glamorous and powerful. Newspapers had large literary sections that wrote extensively on the latest novels and their authors. There were many public intellectuals who were journalists as well as novelists. Titans like Martin Amis, Ian McEwan, and Edward Said gave literature a say over cultural discourse and the framing of political debate.

But the editor of the political and literary magazine the New Statesman believes the influence of literature has waned.

“The role of the novel has changed considerably. Very few novelists are what you might think of as central to the public conversation, in a way that the big American writers were in the 50s, 60s, and 70s – people like Norman Mailer.”

Jason Cowley is talking to me in his office. With his dark, loose-fitted suit and longish light-brown hair pushed to the side, his appearance is simple and composed, wary of ostentation or eccentricity. His responses are structured like prose and are spoken loudly and assertively.

“Someone like Martin Amis, who is now 70, was a major figure in the UK in the 80s. He saw writing as a heroic activity, and he saw himself as being absolutely central to the culture, and central to documenting that culture in fiction and representation. That’s changed now. The novel is much more marginal.”

“The internet has changed everything. Amis once said to me in the mid 90s that his mission as a novelist was to go in search of all the new rhythms. To go out onto the street and find out what was going on. Someone like Amis is now a relic because the internet has blown him away. He hasn’t got the capacity to understand how the internet has changed the way we think and write, live and communicate.”

Cowley points to younger writers like the Irish writer Sally Rooney who has emerged this year, as examples of authors who resonate with millennial readers. The great public figures of the past cannot muster the cultural insights they once could. “Amis is now writing historical novels, he’s no longer going in search of all the new rhythms.”

Having studied English and Philosophy at university, Cowley has always enjoyed writing about writing. His first job was for a local paper in Essex and Hertfordshire, whilst submitting reviews and literary essays to various publications. After a period at The Times, Cowley became a judge of the Booker Prize for fiction. He subsequently became the literary editor of the New Statesman.

For Cowley, literature was the lens through which he viewed the world and being a literary journalist enabled him to focus on this. I ask him how this literary evolution has impacted his writing.

“I still read but I don’t read as many contemporary novels in the way I did when I was younger. I’m reading more history and politics now. My essays are both political and literary and I hope one informs the other. But that’s just how I approach it. The daily flow of Westminster interests me less than the bigger trends.

“The New Statesmen was set up as a weekly review of politics and literature, and I’ve tried to return it to something of that original spirit. My reading informs my writing.”

This symbiosis of politics and literature is found throughout his writings. In his new book, a collection of political and literary essays entitled Reaching for Utopia, Cowley uses literary criticism to complement his political commentary. From Nigel Farage to Kazuo Ishiguro, Cowley provides an unassuming perspective through a critique of culture and politics. In one passage, he quotes George Orwell’s opprobrium against those of the left who ‘have always wanted to be anti-fascist without being anti-totalitarian’. I ask him if this criticism is still relevant today.

“Orwell also used a phrase in the criticism of the left where he called them ‘orthodoxy sniffers’ – quite a nice phrase. There is a tendency on the left where they are willing to denounce their enemy but less willing to denounce those on their own side, and I think that’s a concern – it bothers me. But that might bother me because I’m not an ideologue; I don’t argue from fixed positions.”

Before he goes on, his face takes on an expression of authentic concern without losing composure.

“I think the left should be as critical of itself as it is of its enemies. You see this failing with the Corbynites’ reluctance to condemn anti-Semitism or condemn the excesses on their own side. By criticising Corbyn it’s like they are criticising a whole world view. And I think their reluctance is revealing.”

Cowley is curious about the tendencies of some university students to no-platform right-wing speakers. I tell him about the recent protests in Oxford in response to talks by Steve Bannon and Marion Maréchal and the reasons some protesters have given.

“Why would Oxford students not want to give Maréchal a fair hearing? Would they denounce her as a quasi-fascist? But her positions are much more complicated than that. She’s distanced herself from her aunt. And she’s quite interested in the economy where she leans left. This is what I don’t understand – why you wouldn’t want to hear her, and then maybe ask her some rigorous and challenging questions. Why no-platform her, without really listening to her argument? That bothers me. I think students of all people should be open minded.”

Cowley believes that students are missing an opportunity to understand the political forces shaping our age. He argues that Bannon isn’t some marginal extremist, but a strategist who crafted the election of Donald Trump. “What is it that Bannon knows? What is it that Bannon understands?”

Perhaps, the left could learn something from Bannon and people like him. “There is a sense, for all of his flaws, that he understands something fundamental about the dissatisfaction of the working class. Bannon said something, and I paraphrase: ‘Let’s leave the left to obsess about identity politics, race, homophobia, and I go with economic nationalism. We win every time.’

“I think the question your protesters have to ask themselves is why wherever you look in the West, the left are losing, by which I mean the mainstream social democratic left, to Austria, the Netherlands, Germany, Italy, the UK, the Czech Republic. The left are either being annihilated or heavily defeated, why is that?

“I don’t think these people should be no-platformed, one should give them a hearing and then grapple with their ideas.”

Cowley’s ideology is sceptical. He tries to accept arguments based upon their content rather than the person making them. He thinks that one cannot be certain that those with different opinions are completely wrong, especially when their arguments are yet to be heard. There is often something to be learnt from those with whom you disagree, and maintaining a rigid, partisan mindset doesn’t help that. Cowley’s editorial policy reflects this independence of thought.

Whilst the New Statesman has retained its leftist philosophy under Cowley’s editorship, he has removed any editorial reverence for arguments from authority. In his words, the New Statesman has “had periods of decline and struggle, periods where it lost credibility, periods where it became either the mouth piece of the Labour Party, or another period where it might have been a rainbow coalition of disaffected left-wing voices.”

The paper has been critical of Ed Miliband and Jeremy Corbyn, especially in its dire predictions for Labour’s performance in the 2017 general election. A few months before the election, Cowley wrote that what is ‘most striking about Corbynism – apart from the dysfunctionality and incompetence of the leader’s office – is its intellectual mediocrity, its absence of ideas’.

Cowley’s revitalisation of the paper has been recognised by multiple awards. At the 2017 British Society of Magazine Editors Awards, he was named Current Affairs and Politics Editor of the year for the third time. The judges highlighted the New Statesman’s eloquence and independent views.

After becoming editor in 2008, Cowley wanted to return to the founding spirit of the paper, but “I also wanted to take it upmarket and publish better writers, who would write well on the defining subjects of our time: politics, geopolitics, economics, culture, arts.”

“I think the NS can become a bigger and more influential publication, more in line with the American publications like The Atlantic, where they are print-digital hybrids, they retain a magazine but they also have a growing and successful web presence, and then you have spin-offs into podcasts, newsletters, and events. So you become a sort of small but successful media company, and that’s our aspiration at the New Statesman.”

Cowley believes that the New Statesman will achieve this by “taking unpredictable positions, challenging prejudice, challenging establishment complacency, holding the powerful to account both left and right, pursuing vigorously injustice, but also being elegant and witty and well written. So not persuading through our anger and indignation but persuading through the quality of our journalism.”

The New Statesman’s deputy editor, George Eaton, believes that central to Cowley’s editorship was his early decision “to recruit young talent, rather than buying in established columnists (in the style of Arsène Wenger’s Arsenal, one could say). The NS was where Mehdi Hasan and Laurie Penny made their names and that model has been maintained since, with the arrivals of Helen Lewis, Stephen Bush and Grace Blakeley.”

As a 22-year-old, Eaton emailed Cowley hoping to write about politics. After a single conversation, Cowley hired him as a graduate trainee. Eaton believes that: “Many editors wouldn’t have given me the time of day, but Jason did and that reflects an essential quality for any editor: curiosity and an eye for new opportunities.

“Jason isn’t an authoritarian editor in the mould of Paul Dacre, say. He trusts staff and gives them the freedom to innovate.

“But he’s not an aloof editor in the style of some and he hasn’t treated the NS as a vehicle for launching a side-line career. It wouldn’t have been possible to change the title as significantly as he has if that were the case. I’d add that he retains an essential quality for any editor: a sense of mischief. He’s not afraid to provoke and surprise and that’s one reason the magazine has stayed relevant and unpredictable throughout the decade he’s been editor.”

Whether it be his views on no-platforming, his editorial and leadership style, or his literary criticism, Cowley seeks compelling insight wherever it can be found. He is not bound by ideology or partisan certainty but prefers to challenge hardened positions with healthy scepticism.

As our conversation concludes, I notice the book Arguably by Christopher Hitchens prominently positioned on the bookshelf above Cowley’s desk. Hitchens was a writer who viewed literature as the illuminating light of both politics and ethics, so perhaps there are some parallels between the two New Statesman men.

“I admire his industry, his erudition – he’s a much more polemical writer than I will ever be. I just found at times, although he wrote extremely well and forcefully, I found his certainty and his over confidence off-putting. I prefer doubt and scepticism and humility really – I really do. That’s what interests me. People are stumbling towards something, trying to discover a kind of truth, at the same time knowing there are no permanent solutions. And always be humble, I think that’s important to remember.”

Have you seen this cat?

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Trinity College is on the look-out for its college cat Artemis, who has reportedly not been seen since the 10th of February.

Members of the college received a concerned email about the pet which said: “the last confirmed sighting of Artemis was last Sunday 10th February and we are now concerned about her whereabouts and her safety.

“Should she be comfortable with you somewhere, that is fine but let us know. Or you may have seen Artemis in or around College in the last few days, if that is the case then again, please do let me know.”

The email however reminds students not to get into contact regarding a black cat on Staverton Road, supposed to be Humphrey, a different cat whose owners live nearby.

Trinity was later sent a follow-up email, which warned that “we are getting increasingly concerned as to the whereabouts of Artemis, as she has not been down to the Academic Office for food for the last few days. If you have seen her around College, and that she is safe and well please do let us know.”

Cherwell has contacted Trinity’s Undergraduate and Tutorial Administrator, Isabel Lough, for comment. Trinity College has been known for its close relation- ships with its college ani- mals, including Dido, a King Charles Spaniel once owned by the college’s President to whom Classics lecturer Profes- sor John Davie dedicated a Latin verse upon her death in 2017. The verse, which stands on a plaque in the college, reads: “Be happy among the shades, good Dido, for to us you were a precious little dog”.

Artemis has become a regular feature of Trinity College’s social media presence, and one Trip Advisor review of the Oxford University Walking Tour touted her as the tour’s highlight, saying: “we felt privileged and delighted to be befriended by Artemis”.

A fresher at Trinity College told Cherwell: “I used to nod to Artemis occasionally on the way to hall and she’d nod back.

“We’re all worried about where Artemis has got to, she hasn’t been seen on college grounds for about a week.

“Her absence at Trinity has left this place worse off and we all hope that she’ll return soon.”

If you have seen a black cat resembling the one pictured here, please contact Isabel Lough at isabel.lough@trinity. ox.ac.uk, or call Trinity’s office at 01865 279912.

OULC condemns protesters’ “abuse” of police

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The Oxford University Labour Club has voted to condemn protesters for chanting “abuse” at police. The club passed a motion on Thursday night to “condemn the abuse of peaceful police officers at any protest” and “to refrain from taking part in any abusive chants whenever OULC attends protests.” The motion, brought by co-chairs elect Grace Davis and Arya Tandon, comes in response to concerns voiced by members at a recent social event.

Davis told Cherwell: “The anti-police chants were not constructive to the protest, and fundamentally went against the values we hold as Labour members. “You can believe that there are institutional problems with the police whilst still condemning the abuse of individual police officers who are fundamentally just workers who deserve not to suffer abuse at work. “I’m really glad the membership of OULC agreed with me on this, and that the vote passed unanimously.”

The motion cited recent protests at the Oxford Union against the platforming of Marion Maréchal Le Pen and Steve Bannon. It condemned the decision to platform the far-right figures, but took issue with the behaviour of some people involved with the Le Pen protest.

The motion stated: “Police are working people who do not deserve to suffer abuse whilst working peacefully. […] At the Marion Marechal protest, police suffered abuse, such as being referred to as animals and as Nazis.” The move was interpreted as a factional swipe at the left by some members.

Former OULC Campaigns Officer Andrew Peak told Cherwell: “I wasn’t able to make the meeting, but I’m very concerned by this motion, and the fact that after seeing police get physical with protesters and protect Le Pen the proposers seem to take their side.

“The police exist to protect property relations and suppress the labour movement, and the idea that the same institution that attacked striking miners at Orgreave and shot Mark Duggan deserves our support is ludicrous.”

At the meeting, an amendent was added by OULC Social Secretary and Disabilities Rep Isabella Welch.

Welch told Cherwell: “I amended the motion to make it clear that OULC absolutely wants to criticise the police when it’s necessary and doesn’t distract from the main issues we’re protesting. “We are allowed to put forward anti-police chants when they are relevant and not filled with simple insults. “We shouldn’t forget that no government is guiltless of using the police to unjustly shut down strikes and protests (think of the docker strikes during the Atlee government), and OULC absolutely wants to reform and discuss the police in a constructive manner.”

OULC member and student activist Atticus Stonestrom, told Cherwell: “This motion utterly ignores the uniquely reactionary societal role that police play, and their pivotal contributions in shutting down labour unrest, infiltrating socialist groups, crush- ing strikes, and oppressing and dividing the working class.

“They are the most immediate repressive arm of the state, and thus by definition are a conservative force that protects the prevailing order and defends the propertied classes.

“Indeed racist violence and brutal strike-breaking aren’t a coincidence – they’re an inherent aspect of policing, and have been since its first modern incarnations in strike- breaking militias and armed slave patrols. “For OULC to pass a motion of this nature, which whitewashes not only the inherently oppressive nature of police in class society but also police aggression towards protestors at the Marechal talk – several of whom were violently thrown against walls or dragged into the street when attempting to form a peaceful picket – is shameful.”

At the time of the Le Pen demonstration, one of the organisers, Free Education Oxford said: “The police always bring in massive operations to protect openly fascist speakers and their tiny audiences, speakers who pose a material threat to members of our community.

“In November a similarly enormous police operation ensured Steve Bannon to speak, but the police stood by and watched as two stewards were physically attacked by neo-Nazis who had been emboldened by Bannon’s words. In January, when Marion Marcehal Le Pen came to speak, eight police vans, five horses and countless officers were used to restrict our rights to peacefully protest and to enable Le Pen to spread her hateful ideology.

“We’ve seen again and again that the police are not a neutral institution. They choose who to protect, and it is always the most hateful, the most dangerous elements of society.”

The motion was passed unanimously, although the number of members present only just fulfilled the quorum. Also on the agenda for the EGM, were a decision to campaign to repeal the Vagrancy Act and to make the Club’s finances publicly available at the request of any two members.

OULC to disaffiliate from Labour Students

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Oxford University Labour Club has voted to disaffiliate from Labour Students, the body which formally links student clubs to the national party.

The decision comes as controversial elections begin, with many university Labour clubs, including Oxford Brookes, unable to vote.

Speaking to Cherwell, OULC co-chairs Owen Winter and Rosie Sourbut blamed the disaffiliation of Labour clubs across the country on incompetence by Labour Students’ national committee.

The speaker in favour of disaffiliation pointed to the disenfranchisement of all but one student Labour club in the North. Only one Scottish club will be represented at this weekend’s national conference.

The speaker described Labour Students as “irredeemable” and called for members to “burn it to the ground and salt the earth on which it stood”. She concluded her speech with the statement: “Nah, fuck this.”

No-one spoke against the motion, and the club voted unanimously not to renew affiliation after this year’s membership lapses in January.

OULC’s decision to disaffiliate takes place just days before elections are due to begin. Student Labour clubs in Dundee and Glasgow have called for the Labour Party to declare the results invalid.

Labour Students’ national committee have been accused of gerrymandering elections by using arcane rules to disaffiliate rival clubs. One-third of university Labour clubs have been disaffiliated since last year.

Zainab Mohammed, who is running for National Chair on the left-wing slate, told Cherwell: “Guidelines sent to clubs have been vague, confusing, and infrequent.

“The deadlines for affiliation, standing for election and delegation to conference were not made clear, so many longstanding clubs find themselves without a vote in these elections.

“A lot of these clubs messaged national committee about these issues, but they chose not to respond to the messages. The national committee were also sent out reminders before the deadline – that didn’t happen either.

“There is a clear pattern here – clubs voting for the left slate have been systematically barred. Many would be forgiven for thinking this is not a coincidence.

“Labour Students’ reputation has never been worse in the labour movement.”

A statement by Glasgow University Labour Club states: “We do not beleive it is a coincidence that while the [national committee] chased up the affiliation of some members, only clubs who supported the Labour Students Left slate in Scotland were uncontacted.”

OULC’s co-chairs told Cherwell: “We would like to extend our solidarity to Labour clubs – especially those in the North of England and Scotland, as well as Oxford Brookes Labour – which were disaffiliated this year after a lack of communication from the National Organisation of Labour Students.

“We hope that in future we will re-affiliate to Labour Students and we will have the opportunity to review tonight’s decision in Trinity term. This will not affect our participation in this year’s Labour Students elections or conference. We remain fully committed to the Labour Party as a whole as well as the Oxford and District Labour Party.”