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What cultural blockbusters can we look forward to in 2019?

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Love Island, Avengers: Infinity War, and Ariana Grande’s Sweetener: these 2018 blockbusters became staples of global popular (and meme) culture. So when looking ahead to 2019, what more could we possibly have anticipate? Our society may well have peaked. But ah wait, not quite; a trace of hope flutters in the ether, in the form of the following cultural lanterns we can all share the hype of in the New Year.

The Testaments – Margaret Atwood (September 2019)

‘Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.’ Margaret Atwood, and her world-famous protagonist Offred, refuse to be silenced. The Testaments will be the latest novel from the Canadian cultural icon, but more intriguingly is a sequel to her modern classic, The Handmaid’s Tale. Originally published in 1985, that novel resonates unmistakably with the troubled mood of today; the #MeToo movement, for example. Globally, the disturbing blood-red cloaks and white bonnets of the Handmaids have become symbols of feminist protest, worn by pro-choice Irish women and anti-Trump activists in London. So how will this new story develop Atwood’s infamous dystopia?

I’m particularly looking forward to it after working for two weeks in the Marketing and Publicity department of VINTAGE, the publishing house responsible for Atwood’s latest title. When announcing the new novel their social media accounts (and office interior!) became a lurid green, which could imply numerous things: will Gilead suffer from further obliteration by toxic waste? Has Offred found fresh, green pastures anew?

Those outside publishing know little about the novel, but we have learned it will be narrated by three female characters. A video Atwood tweeted following the announcement read: “Everything you’ve ever asked me about Gilead and its inner workings is the inspiration for this book. Well, almost everything! The other inspiration is the world we’ve been living in.”

Provocative, relevant and elusive; this novel will be one to watch out for.

Toy Story 4 (June 2019)

The toys are back. When I first heard the news, as I’m sure some of you will be, I was annoyed. Toy Story 3, ending with grown-up owner Andy travelling to university and leaving his childhood playmates with adorable toddler Bonnie, brought me to tears last Christmas Day. Clearly the guilt of leaving my beloved toy Rabbit behind was too much. But the ending of that film is moving. It’s about growing up; the bittersweet guilt and future promise is palpable. So why ruin it with another film?

Apparently Pixar, the film’s creators, are well aware of the potential controversy. Former Chief Creative Officer and now one of the new film’s writers John Lasseter has assured fans that it isn’t just a money-making machine. Magazine DigitalSpy quotes him insisting “We don’t want to do anything with them [our beloved plastic friends] unless it lives up to or surpasses what’s gone before.” Hmm.

Two trailers have been released. The first features Woody, Buzz, Jessie and friends holding hands and skipping in a circle against an idyllic blue-sky backdrop. But new character Forky, a plastic fork with pipe-cleaner arms, sends everyone sprawling screaming “I don’t belong here”. The second trailer introduces new characters Ducky and Bunny, funfair prizes fan-girling over the Toy Story franchise before Buzz Lightyear and best pal Woody themselves turn up. It’s all very bizarre. Let’s hope the film is worth superimposing the last one’s perfect ending.

Norman Fucking Rockwell – Lana Del Rey (TBC)

Ever Young and Beautiful, the velvety voice will return in 2019. Norman Rockwell was an American artist and illustrator famed for his covers on the Saturday Evening Post, intended to reflect daily American life. He produced a famous poster (although probably not the one you’re envisaging) of Rosie the Riveter, and was the artist behind the iconic ‘Freedom of Want’. But what’s this got to do with Lana?

Her music often looks back to a romanticised American past: take previous songs ‘American’, ‘Old Money’ and ‘Blue Jeans’. But her most recent music has been in the urgent present. ‘When the World Was At War We Kept Dancing’ from her last album ‘Lust for Life’ is just one example, asking “Is is the end of an era? Is it the end of America?”. But the last two songs she released, ‘Mariners Apartment Complex’ and ‘Venice Bitch’, are less jaggedly political. Both, released in late September this year, have a pensive, tranquil mood.

Speaking to Zane Lowe for his Beats 1 radio show, she mused “I know it’s a crazy title, but that’s just the title of the record”, whilst also championing references to painters as a reflection of her song-writing process.

It seems the new Lana is set to be a gorgeous blend of her usual indulgent melancholy and some newer, joyful tones.

Peaky Blinders (Summer 2019/TBC)

By Order Of The BBC, Cillian Murphy’s deictic presence in a razor-blade flat cap will once again grace our screens in 2019. This programme is rock-solid proof that not all BBC period dramas age you by 30 years, combining dogged working class struggle with the sheen of the Art Deco era, all framed by some good old-fashioned violence.

Many would consider the next and final season of Game of Thrones to be the most exciting TV calendar event of the year, and don’t get me wrong, I largely agree. But Peaky Blinders is, for me, the more perfect combination of fantasy and grim reality. Its coverage and examination of organised crime is relevant to a nation that has seen (according to the Independent) 121 homicides in London alone this year.

The previous season also tackled issues surrounding socialism, communism, and workers’ rights, important to contemporary politics dancing around issues of immigration and the way it affects our country’s workers. But the series also promises eternally impeccable Gatsby-style costumes, and alluring characters embroiled in scandalous back-stabbings, humorous dialogue and relentless plot twists.

Personally, I can’t wait. 2019 should be a good one.

The desire to be elsewhere: a look back at some of 2018’s musical highlights

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The opening track of George Ezra’s album Staying at Tamara’s moans ‘Why, why, what a terrible time to be alive’, and in 2018 this seemed an appropriate refrain for many others to moan in chorus. Written in solitude, gripped by anxieties about the world’s unpredictable turbulence, Ezra cries out, literally so in the call and response verses of ‘Don’t matter now’, for some kind of united resistance to the paralysing fear of standing alone on ‘an island in an ocean full of change’. But far from stridently confronting such fear, the sonic richness of the record, with effervescent gospel backing, opulent brass instrumental accompaniment, and a-cappella-clap-along-choruses knowingly designed to play into the winning hit-making formula of 2014’s Wanted on Voyage, constantly fights against a reality of isolation and despair. Ezra’s warm and striking baritone instead turns to simpler (and more marketable) visions of hot summer sun, reckless dreams, and the heady pulse of romance running like ‘paradise through… your veins’.

Ezra’s decision to shy away from the shadowy depths of the year’s political nightmares was counterbalanced by the work of many artists, who instead began to revel in their pessimism. LA-based Family of the Year released their highly-anticipated Goodbye Sunshine, Hello Nighttime and with masterful folk harmonies and an unavoidable wistfulness of tone, the band wrote forlornly of a time when things were just a little easier, and the Malibu sun shone just a little brighter. ‘Bitter Mind’ reminds us that ‘nothing lasts forever, things will only get so much better’ and though the album perhaps lacks the youthful, free-spirited energy of their earlier work, the music’s heavy nostalgia redolent with escapism and reverie seems unwaveringly appropriate for a year when youthful enthusiasm became harder and harder to retain.

Others too couldn’t ignore the melancholy atmosphere – Courtney Barnett’s Tell Me How You Really Feel is a dark and desolate expression of crystalline vulnerability and frustrated anger at modern misogyny (quoting Margaret Atwood: ‘Men are afraid that women will laugh at them; women are afraid that men will kill them’). Even MGMT’s Little Dark Age, while at once full of curiosity and the psychedelic fun of 80s synth-pop, sees the duo a decade on from the fluke-hit of their mocking debut ‘in the front row’ of reality. The sinister undercurrent of their previous music moves to the forefront as they end the album with a gloomy elegy in ‘Hand it Over’ acknowledging that ‘the joke’s worn thin’. And as MGMT seem finally, belatedly, to have discovered the real world, so too Jon Hopkins’ explorations of the cosmic awe of heightened consciousness take a space walk through our own world with immeasurable, celestial soundscapes mapped out in the uncomfortable and unstable rhythms of Singularity, which thrum with uncertain significance long after their trance-like beats fade. Hopkins’ album is distinctly about our world, but also distinctly about something else, and this trait of escapism ran throughout the music of 2018.

The long five years since Arctic Monkeys’ epochal AM finally culminated in the release of Tranquillity Base Hotel and Casino in which Alex Turner swapped the muscle clenching, swaggering guitar riffs of Arctic Monkeys past for a seat behind a piano in a cocktail lounge in space. Though the crooning tone of ‘I Wanna be Yours’ remains in the falsetto backing of ‘Star Treatment’, it is transformed by retro piano sounds, and even the distinctly ‘rock-music’ intro and slamming guitar that begin ‘She Looks Like Fun’ fade as Turner’s clear voice cuts petulantly through. The record is almost resistant to the music the band previously produced, though it holds the same arrogant disdain for conventionality it has none of the gritty, snarling defiance of ‘Don’t Sit Down Cos I’ve Moved Your Chair’ or arrogance of ‘I Bet You Look Good on The Dance Floor’. The insistent pace is absent, it’s sluggish, brooding, languid: this music was not written to be played to packed arenas surging with pulsating fans. It’s almost unaware of its audience, written into a void, played to be listened to through a veil of wisping cigar smoke and liquor. Turner’s voice drips with smooth irony as he croons ‘it took the light forever to get to your eyes’ in acknowledgement of the refracted and scattered messages of the almost impenetrably abstract music.

Not all artists experienced 2018 through such convoluted dreamscapes: Janelle Monáe’s unforgettable Dirty Computer combined rap, pop, R&B, soul and rock into a liberated and limitless celebration of resistance to oppression, the Black Panther Soundtrack curated by Kendrick Lamar assembled an eclectic and powerful mix of artists, as well as a socio-political rage that accompanied the film’s message, Years&Years’ Olly Alexander explored modern masculinity and queerness in the bittersweet and euphoric Palo Santo, and even Ariana Grande attempted to follow in the footsteps of Rihanna’s ANTI or Beyoncé’s Lemonade with the assertion that her new album Sweetener was like her previous music, but with a message: ‘Here is my bleeding heart, and here is a trap beat behind it’ as she told Fader in an interview.

But despite a heightened political engagement in popular music, perhaps far more striking is many artists’ willingness to display their disillusionment, their desire to be elsewhere, in another era, or in another world. From George Ezra’s summer escapism and the irreverent pop music of Confidence Man, the post-punk indie anthemic hits of Shame’s Songs of Praise, and the scattered ideas of the statement-making A Brief Enquiry Into Online Relationships, 2018’s music displayed a typical contemporary anxiety: whether to sit up, listen and engage, however futile it may prove, or simply to drown in the music, and dance until the year is over.

British Library Anglo-Saxon Kingdoms review: Illuminating the Dark Ages

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The Anglo-Saxon period has long been regarded as an inconvenient interlude in British history between the departure of the Roman Empire and Norman Conquest. In light of this, the accomplishment of the British Library’s stunning exhibition Anglo-Saxon Kingdoms is not only that it illuminates the events of these seven centuries of English history, but that it reveals the period’s vital importance in defining English identity. The exhibition traces the formation of England, the Germanic origins of the English language, the conversion of the British Isles to Christianity and even the demarcating of county boundaries that persevered from the creation of the Domesday Book right up until 1974.

The exhibition begins in 5th Century Britain, recently settled by the Angle, Jute and Saxon peoples of northern Europe whose runic inscriptions look completely foreign to the modern eye but constitute the first evidence of the English language. These tribes then fused to create the Anglo-Saxon kingdoms of the 8th Century. Converted to Christianity by missionaries from Rome, the different kingdoms jostled for supremacy with Northumbria, Mercia and Wessex dominating in turn. After King Alfred the Great defeated the Vikings, his descendents forged the new kingdom of England. The end of the exhibition details the successive invasions that this new Anglo-Saxon England faced in the 11th century by Danish King Cnut and then, of course, William the Conqueror.

This exhibition illustrates the sophistication of Anglo-Saxon culture. The conversion of the Anglo-Saxons to Christianity brought Latin literacy to the British Isles, enabling an extraordinary flowering of artistic achievement in illuminated manuscripts. These dazzling manuscripts form the heart of the exhibition. Alongside Biblical verses you see elaborate Celtic knots of gold and maroon twisting and turning across the page, while strange beasts chase venerated saints through the margins. Letters and swirling patterns often morph inexplicably into animal faces. Rather than just admiring these manuscripts, however, the curators enable you to interact with them by providing translations alongside the text. Beyond the artistic achievement of their illustrated manuscripts, we also witness the Anglo-Saxons’ literary achievement in the first text of Beowulf, and their scientific achievement in Bede’s explanation that the Earth is “not circular like a shield … but resembles a ball” – almost one thousand years before Galileo came to the same conclusions.

We are also shown the Anglo-Saxon kingdom’s place in an interconnected medieval world, with manuscripts brought by missionaries from Rome and an Abbasid Caliph’s golden coin shamelessly appropriated by a Mercian King. A highlight of the exhibition, The Marvels of the East, details how people in the East were thought to have no heads, with their eyes and mouths instead believed to reside in their chests.

The sparkling Alfred Jewel and monumental stone Ruthwell Cross tease you with the incredible skill that the Anglo-Saxons possessed in sculpture and metalwork, but only a few examples of these are on show. This is the exhibition’s main problem; it contains slightly too many manuscripts and not enough Anglo-Saxon material culture. Considering that half the exhibition’s artefacts are from the British Library’s own collection, it is perhaps not surprising that it is the written word which dominates, but it would have been worth raiding more of the British Museum’s Sutton Hoo hoard, just a mile down the road.

However, it is difficult to complain when the manuscripts brought together are of such immense historical importance. Through the rooms of Anglo-Saxon Kingdoms you will pass Bede’s Ecclesiastical History, Beowulf, the St Cuthbert Gospel, the Domesday Book and the Codex Amiatinus, the earliest surviving complete Latin Bible, returning to the UK for the first time since it was sent to the Pope as a gift in 716. The most impressive is the Lindisfarne Gospels, perhaps the masterpiece of early medieval art. The British Library declares this a “once-in-a-generation exhibition” and on the basis of these historical treasures, it is hard to disagree.

Anglo-Saxon Kingdoms: Art, Word, War is at the British Library until 19 February.

Oxford academics scoop eight New Year Honours

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Eight Oxford academics are among the twenty-two Oxfordshire residents named in this year’s New Year Honours list.

Included among the winners are Wadham’s Alexander Halliday, who was until recently the head of Oxford’s Mathematical Physical and Life Sciences Division, who is being honoured for services to science and innovation.

Four Oxford women are to be awarded honours, including two from Mansfield college. Helen Margetts, until recently the long-time director of the Oxford Internet Institute, is to be honoured for her contributions to social and political science, while Lucinda Rumsey is to be recognised for her services to widening participation in higher education.

Professor Jane Armitage will be awarded an OBE for her medical research as a Professor of Clinical Trials and Epidemiology. Kate Tiller, a Founding Fellow of Kellogg College, is being knighted for her contributions to local history.

Other Oxford academics who will be recognised in the awards are Brian Dolan, a Visiting Professor of Nursing, and Stephen Darlington, an organist at Christ Church from 1985 to September 2018, for services to music.

Former Oxford Professor of Tropical Medicine and Global Health Jeremy Farrar is to be awarded a knighthood for his services to global health as director of the Wellcome Trust. Richard Hobbs, head of the Nuffield Department of Primary Care Health Sciences, is also being recognised for his services to medical research.

Oxford alumni are also among this year’s honours, including the author Philip Pullman, who went to Exeter College, and economist Tim Harford, formerly of Brasenose.

Meanwhile, academics at Cambridge University scooped five awards this year, including two women.

The annual New Year Honours list is dedicated to recognising the achievements of Britons across public life and has been held since at least 1890.

Is West Side Story still relevant today?

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West Side Story is my favourite musical of all time. It has everything you could possibly want from a Broadway show: high drama, Shakespearean tragedy, spectacular choreography, stirring music, and notes every tenor dreams of being able to hit. Yet, the more I find out about the show’s conception and dig into its content, the more I fall in love it. Leonard Bernstein’s seminal work hit Broadway in 1957 and set a radical precedent for Musical Theatre in both musical form and content – so much so that it made it onto the Edexcel GCSE music syllabus!

The American composer and conductor was born 100 years ago into a Jewish family and received no musical education until the age of 10. He followed a remarkable trajectory, however, to write several Broadway musicals and symphonies (On the Town, Candide, West Side Story), and become the first American-born director of the New York Philharmonic. Bernstein was a confectioner of musical genre whose genius ear brought new combinations of international sounds to the American stage. In the recent BBC documentary ‘West Side Stories’, his daughter Jamie Bernstein fondly notes how he ‘built bridges between genres’, amalgamating bee pop Jazz vocabulary with Latin American beats in West Side Story’s impossibly eclectic score. This weaving of melodic and rhythmic patterns reflects New York’s lively cosmopolitanism and the conflict of identity that came with the city’s rapidly changing make-up.

Yet, beyond its musical genius, the show has an important tale to tell. Following the concept of Romeo and Juliet, the musical tracks the relationship of Tony and Maria who fall in love at a chance encounter, but are kept apart by ethnic differences – Tony a white American, and Maria a Puerto Rican. The show spoke directly into the context of 1950s New York when ethnic tension was rising with the increase of immigration; by 1955 over half a million Puerto Ricans had moved to New York hoping for a better future in the ‘free’ world of America.

The city, however, became more divided than ever; wars between gangs were not uncommon and inter-ethnic relations were firmly discouraged. These demarcating lines of prejudice and community isolationism are masterfully reflected in Stephen Sondheim’s lyrics. Anita’s song ‘Boy Like That’ warns Maria of the dangers of mixing outside the Puerto Rican community:

Forget that boy and find another

One of your own kind

Stick to your own kind!

The whole way through the show, the text, music and choreography marry together to create a powerful evocation of the tension that hung in the streets of New York. Very few musicals before had tackled such relevant and palpable issues so boldly on the American stage.

West Side Story has stood the test of time not just because of its artistic mastery, but because of its universal message. As the show’s choreographer Jerome Robbins once said, the show is about intolerance all over the world, not just in 1950s New York. In many ways, the show is more relevant today than it ever has been. With Brexit threatening tighter borders, the LGBTQ community facing discrimination across the world, and nationalism on the rise in both America and Europe, the world seems more divided than ever before. Fundamentally, the “forbidden” relationship between Maria and Tony speaks to those who aren’t allowed to be themselves and love who they want to love. The musical seeks to demolish artificial divisions of identity by conveying the dangers we face when that freedom is taken away. At the heart of the show is a message of tolerance.

This overarching message was also reflected in the real-life politics of the Broadway stage. Bernstein was a major advocate for social justice and tried to reflect this in his music and casting. On the Town was one of the rare cases of inter-racial casting in the 1940s and Rita Moreno, who played Anita in the film adaptation of West Side Story, became the first Puerto Rican to win an Academy Award in 1961. Bernstein’s projects were carving the way for social progress and tolerance by giving a platform to ethnic minorities.

Despite the show’s history, however, many new revivals of the show are still criticised for white-washed casting. Most recently, many people complained to the BBC for its poor casting choices at the Proms this year. Sierra Boggess, however, who was due to play Maria in the August concert, humbly turned down the role to make way for a Latina actress and ‘correct a wrong that has been done for years with this show in particular’. Even 60 years after the show started making waves in the theatre world, casting conventions still have a way to go before we see minority groups fairly represented on stage.

And this is why West Side Story will never be confined to the archives as a “museum piece”. Plans are already in full swing for a new film adaptation from Stephen Spielberg, and in December next year Broadway will see a brand-new revival of the show featuring new choreography and authentic casting. It is continued interest like this that demonstrates the timelessness and universality of the show. Bernstein was not only a master composer, but lay the ground for social justice and diversity in theatre. 100 years since his birth, very few composers have come close to reaching the same force of impact that he made during his remarkable career.

Is it still a wonderful life in 2018?

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Only one film has ever made me cry with happiness. Frank Capra’s 1946 classic It’s a Wonderful Life may be 72 years old but it is still a staple of the Christmas season and of American cinema as a whole. It is surprising, then, in light of its associations with festivity, that the film has such strong socialist themes and was at one point investigated by the FBI for being “Communist propaganda”.

The film follows the life of George Bailey, a man who aspires to travel the world and become an architect. Circumstances force George to leave his dreams behind and to take up the job of running his late father’s bank and building association instead. When he is accused of losing $8,000 from the bank, he is threatened with debt and imprisonment and goes to a bridge to attempt suicide. It is only when a wingless angel named Clarence shows him what the town would be like if he had never been born that he understands how much value he has in the town. Realising that he wants to live, George goes home to embrace his family, just as the townspeople offer him enough money to pay off the bank’s debt.

At first, the narrative might seem to be a typical black and white, feel-good slice of Americana, with its white picket fences, celestial appearances and Jimmy Stewart at his most wholesome. However, the antagonist of the film, Mr Potter, is the embodiment of miserliness and capitalist greed. He aims to have a monopoly over the town, with people having no choice but to rent his poorly constructed homes that they could be evicted from at any moment. He is a caricature, but one no longer so difficult to believe in – an early 20th century Jeff Bezos or Rupert Murdoch, of sorts. We live in a world run by Mr Potters, and Bedford Falls without a George Bailey is not too far from where we are now.

The 2008 financial crisis was the worst recession since the Great Depression. Redundancy, cash-for-gold adverts, small businesses shutting down, and food banks opening up – these facets of the recession are all imprinted on the national consciousness. It seems that Capra’s vision of ‘Pottersville’ was not too much of an exaggeration of financial misery and exploitation.

In the film, Bailey’s Buildings and Loans Association is, according to the protagonist, the only institution stopping the people of Bedford Falls from having to go to Potter. George may not be carrying Das Kapital around on him, but he does offer something more cooperative and ethical. He at least cares about the humanity and quality of life of others. Perhaps it says more about the severity of the anxiety during the Red Scare that this film was considered communist, but at the very least it makes a stand against the dehumanising effects of capitalism. As his brother says at the end of the film, George is “the richest man in town” – not because of his finances, but because he has touched the lives of so many people and has so many people who love him.

The film’s ending may be sentimental, but its power only comes about because the rest of the film is so truly depressing. We see George stuck in this small town, his every chance to leave shot down by chance. He wants to travel the world but has to stay put after his father dies of a stroke (implied to have been caused because of the stress of having to deal with Potter). He cannot even go on his honeymoon, because the Wall Street Crash has driven the townspeople into a panic and he has to use his own money to keep his bank open. Noticeably, it is never anyone else’s fault, but rather the result of an unfairly structured society and the unfairness of life itself.

By the end of the film, George is still working at the bank and has still never left Bedford Falls, but he sees that he never needed to leave in order to live a fulfilled life. In this way the film is realistic, in telling its viewer that if your dreams do not work out, you need to move on and find meaning elsewhere in life. I agree with Wendell Jamieson when, in his piece for The New York Times, he claims that the film is “a terrifying, asphyxiating story about growing up and relinquishing your dreams … It is a story of being trapped, of compromising, of watching others move ahead and away, of becoming so filled with rage that you verbally abuse your children, their teacher, and your oppressively perfect wife”.

Other Christmas films rarely get so terrifying. Home Alone might have its unhappy moments, but you certainly never see the McCallister family in despair because they believe their life insurance is worth more than their existence. The film may feature angels and an alternate reality, but it is among the most realistic of Christmas films.

One of the most harrowing moments is set in the midst of a blizzard, when George is standing on a bridge over a roaring river. His eyes gleam wildly in the black and white shot and the film is suddenly so real that it is uncomfortable. Capra does not shy away from the darker moments of the film, but rather embraces them. This depiction of George is sadly relevant in 2018, in light of severely underfunded mental health services and the huge role debt and financial issues play in suicide rates, especially among men. Such extreme capitalist greed has fatal consequences, and not everyone has a guardian angel.

The film might have fantastic elements and embody the sentimental festive spirit we all know and love, but the real world is always interfering – be it the Great Depression, the Second World War, or simply the crushing weight of life. However, in an increasingly cynical world, perhaps we need the sort of film that shows that problems can be overcome – the sort of film that believes in the best of people. Potter may embody the harsh reality of the world as it is, but the ending shows the world as it should be; one where big banking is not the be all and end all, and where the people in a town will rally together to save one man. The kind of world that is so beautiful and hopeful that it makes me cry, because if George Bailey can be saved, then maybe we all can.

The omnipresence of Christmas in the UK, from someone who didn’t celebrate it

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It’s hard not to celebrate Christmas– you would have to try very very hard, from dodging the Broad Street market on your grocery trips to killing your social life by disappearing from Oxmas formals, bops, carols (often only realizing they are themed such after showing up) and enduring conversations on how much we all look forward to home and the vac. Any such attempt would be an inevitable failure – in this country, everything Christmas touches turns into glittering excitement and world peace.

Christmas is great, especially the cold weeks leading up to it, all mulled wine and mistotle. People seem a lot more laid back with increased wearing of ugly sweaters. Yet the actual holiday itself is arguably, for someone not going home, more of a pain: the inconvenience of reduced supermarket hours, radio silence from maintenance/customer services/parcel tracking. No cafés, no cinema, no pubs or eating out. Not much traveling or transportation either. No midnight food trucks.

Most of my annoyance, however, comes from the overwhelming pity I received from friends, college acquaintances, shop attendants, tutors and my scout for not “going home” for Christmas. Despite their good intentions I still find the sympathetic “aw that’s sad” inherently presumptuous. Maybe because I didn’t grow up with Christmas, and find little personal reason to celebrate the birth of Christ.

But I suppose that depends on how you define “celebrate.”

Back home in Taiwan, school friends were soaked up in Tequila shots at a local bar with secret santa offerings on their laps loaded with quirk and creativity, trying to impress. Hours later at the club, dress code is more chic than thematic. Personally I would prefer getting some Korean barbeque– just because it’s my festive favourite–  and while away Christmas eve with a fireplace YouTube video.

Christmas does enjoy a special place in the world. It’s the climax between Halloween and New Year’s Eve, and the ultimate getaway after an exhausting term. It’s righteously religious but also pleasantly commercial. There is food and gift unwrapping and Santa. It’s the go-to filler word for journalists: pre-Christmas stock slump, no-Christmas Brexit, Trump’s Christmas visit. Without much personal connection, I still delight in the decorations, the markets, the pudding.

So how did I do Christmas this year? On Christmas eve I got a friend to make Taiwanese food for me as a late tribute to my birthday, and only vaguely remembered– at a locked side-gate in college – that it was Christmas eve. I did do something proper on the 25th though: a huge hot-pot dinner with society friends– the Sichuan spice and pork balls much more satisfying than, say, roasted turkey or cranberry sauce would have been.  Most likely because these are what I eat on Lunar New Year’s Eve, the most celebrated festival across Asia, during which family and relatives gets together for a big meal and spend the night together. Kind of like Christmas, I suppose.

It usually takes place somewhere in February, depending on the Lunar Calendar, but I stopped paying attention to exactly when it is. As international students we are usually still struggling through piles of readings during holidays that mean little more to us than Bank holidays. A few American friends who didn’t get to go home for Thanksgiving were righteously depressed, and I totally relate. Seeing my family’s Chinese New Year feast (or even mid-autumn and dragon festival) through a webcam is a Shakespearean tragedy.

Compared to the Christmas condolences, a “Happy Lunar New Year” when it does come  (not impossible to know if one opens up Google search) would be a much more sensible and caring gesture. Trust me, it would make your international friends very very happy.

All in all, I still love Christmas. It’s festive and everyone becomes friendlier– more generous even.  I am just as perfectly content here writing for Cherwell, meeting internship deadlines, all the while listening to cheesy Christmas playlists. I do love it in my own way: without celebration.

 

The Triumph of Death: the Black Death and European Art

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The plague outbreak from 1347 to 1352, known as the Black Death, resulted in the deaths of between one third and one half of all living Europeans, and around a third of those in the affected Middle East – estimated at over 50 million human lives. Sporadic outbreaks of plague were common across Europe throughout the medieval period in a pattern known as the “second plague pandemic”. Every instance of plague in this period must have been gripped by the terror that came with the memory of the Black Death. A scourge of this magnitude does not easily disappear from the memory of the survivors or their descendants.

Some artists used their work to explicitly document the scenes they themselves had survived and witnessed. One haunting portrayal is the miniature depicting the mass burial of victims in Tournai, Belgium, painted by Pierart dou Tielt. Fifteen mourners and nine coffins are crammed into the small space, and the face of each mourner is given individual attention, conveying genuine loss and sorrow. Another miniature by dou Tielt in Li Muisis’ chronicles shows an atrocity secondary to the Black Death – outside a walled city, men and women stand by as firewood is heaped onto a burning pyre, wrapped around the faces of the victims inside, Jews burnt to death as they are blamed for the pestilence.

One repeated motif in plague iconography is the arrow – it is present in Classical Antiquity, with Apollo in the the Iliad shooting a plague to the encamped Greeks, and it is not difficult to see why this tradition continued into Medieval Europe. To see a person suddenly struck by a disease, victims chosen in an arbitrary fashion, is not far from imagining an all-powerful bowman as the bringer of chaos. For the plague it is even more fitting, as for many sufferers the disease would show at a single point – the bubo in the groin, neck, or under the arm – almost as an arrow wound.

A fresco in the Priory of St André in Lavaudieu, France, shows a woman clutching arrows. She is flanked either side by piles of corpses who have been struck – for several of these victims, the arrows have hit the neck or under the arm, points where the buboes would appear. There is a social mix in the victims, with some dressed in plain peasant garb, while others are clearly clergymen. Above the woman is written “MORS”, Latin for death; she personifies death, if not the plague itself. She certainly strikes a fearful figure – her eyes are concealed and her arms are outstretched in a commanding, powerful stance that dominates the fresco. This is an early example, perhaps from 1355, when the memory of the Black Death epidemic was fresh in the mind of the painter who had survived it. The terror it instilled in him is palpable.

A marked increase in portrayals of Saint Sebastian is seen post-Black Death, the saint who was said to have survived an execution by arrows. His arrow-struck body thus became the perfect image for a saint of plague victims – one highly conscious example is Josse Lieferinxe’s “Saint Sebastian Interceding for the Plague Stricken”, painted in the 1490s. In this oil painting Saint Sebastian, peppered with arrows, is pleading with God above the plague-ravaged city of Pavia. The disease shown here is very likely that of the Black Death; one of the grave-diggers, suddenly fallen ill, lying splayed in the street, stretches his neck to reveal the characteristic cervical bubo.

Not all examples of the effect of the Black Death on European art are so clear-cut. Chronicles of the Black Death describe close contact with the dead, and the traumatic impact of seeing mass graves and frequent exposure to rotting corpses. Boccaccio’s Decameron describes the bodies, heaped upon one another, and the townsfolk who dragged them out “with their own hands”. This may have contributed to the rise of the transi tomb, common in the fifteenth century. The transi tomb shows an image of a human body in the process of decomposition, laid out on top of the tomb itself, as if to demonstrate the process inside. Some show peaceful figures, and others show grotesquely vivid examples of putrefaction; the tomb of François de Sarra, carved around 1400, shows toads eating the man’s eyes and mouth, while worms crawl out of holes in his arms.

This memento mori belief is demonstrated in a mid-15th century poem, “a disputation betwixt the body and worms”. The poem is set during a time when “the pestilence is heavily reigning”, and ends with the maxim that “bonum est mortis meditari” – it is good to think on death. A popular example of this attitude is Danse Macabre, the dance of death, a print by Michael Wolgemut from the Nuremberg Chronicle, dated to 1493. The Danse Macabre has a joyful, almost facetious tone; the skeletons are rarely frightening, but instead are portrayed with a morbid triviality – consider the far-left skeleton in this print, playing a woodwind instrument as the others dance.

This is not to say that all depictions of death were light-hearted. To the contrary, the obsession with death spans all sorts of human responses, including intense fear, shown in the chilling “Triumph of Death” fresco from the Abatellis palace in Palermo, Italy. Dated to c.1446, the anonymous work is a monumental hellscape with great scope and attention to detail. It is a variation on a popular theme, the Triumph of Death, but is one of the most accomplished – and harrowing – versions. The scene is dominated by death, a skeleton upon a skeletal horse, bow in hand as he leaps over a crowd, effectively splitting the scene in two; the scene of death below, and of life above. He strikes down the rich and poor alike, and those surviving have their hands together in prayer, begging for mercy. Nobles, clergymen, and the poor are all shown – a strong characteristic of Triumph of Death scenes, and indeed memento mori artworks generally, is an emphasis on the universality of death. Above the skeletal horseman, life continues in the splendid garden, with a lyre player entertaining gentlemen by a fountain, and a young man walking a hunting hound. The artist’s vision: death is never far from the untroubled life.

It is hard to decide what is and what is not ‘Black Death art’. Is it really sensible to attribute all morbid or pessimistic art in Europe within a two-hundred year period to a single disease, when the period itself was not short of other instances of adversity and destruction? Perhaps it is better to consider the troubled times and religious uncertainty of the late medieval period, and to see the Black Death as a major player in the collective tragedy, than it is to attribute all such works of art solely to the Black Death alone. The strongest argument in favour of this perspective is the growing trend in macabre art prior to the 1348 outbreak – both the Triumph of the Death and the Danse Macabre topoi pre-date the catastrophe. Yet after this there is an increase in such works and, if it is not too subjective to say, an increase in the intensity with which this darkness is shown. It is realistic to assume that artistic expression and the development of artistic conventions played into the processing of a mass shared trauma, and that an emphasis on death, plague, and decay, helped survivors and descendants of survivors come to terms with the psychological wounds left by unprecedented loss.

Who cares about sustainability?

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All market statistics refer to UK markets unless otherwise stated

It’s hard to scroll far through any social media channel before reaching some environmental petition, picture of a sad orangutan, or apocalyptic prediction of the imminent genocide climate change will bring. Indeed, even Christmas ads focussed in on it, with Iceland’s effort featuring an orangutan left homeless by the destruction of its home for palm oil being banned. In my particular Oxford echo chamber, it seems like people care a lot about sustainability, so it’s confusing that it doesn’t seem like brands are really responding to it. A lot of people seem to care about palm oil and would pay slightly more for orangutan-death-free alternatives, but they’re just so hard to find (the effort of trawling through ingredients lists when you just want some mid-essay-crisis comfort food is often deal-breaking).

If people care as much as they say they do, then why has brand marketing not universally adapted? If brands all compete for buyers, why have so few cottoned on to the advantage of sustainability? Is it because consumers realistically don’t care about the environmental impacts of the food they consume (or rather that they care more about the price staying low?), or has there been some genuine lag in brand adaption?

When Ethical Consumer, a non-profit publication focussing on ethical consumerism, released their annual report on market trends for ethical products in June of this year, it seemed to suggest the latter. Leaning on survey results conducted by YouGov, they found that over 25% of all people who responded to their survey had avoided buying a product or service due to its negative environmental impact in the last year, a 65% increase since 2016. Market research by BillerudKorsnäs, a leading developer for sustainable packaging, suggested in 2017 that 72% of consumers worldwide are willing to pay more for products with packaging that brings sustainable benefits. Overall, analysis shows huge growth in the ethical market across most sectors.

The food and drink industry has seen a dramatic sustainability-shift. The meat-free market is now worth £0.65 billion, as more than 1 in 10 people are vegetarian (52% more than in 2016), and around 1 in 30 are vegan (an increase of 154% since 2016). All round, the numbers of people making sustainable swaps in their food shopping (whether it’s reducing packaging or cutting down on red meat), show a nation-wide, year-long veggie pledge mentality. Simple indicators of sustainability, such as Fairtrade or Rainforest-Alliance certification, seem to have a big sway on purchasing, with Rainforest Alliance-certified product sales growing by 24.3%.

In the fashion industry, recent attention and protests have driven up the industry for both ethical (19.9%) and second-hand (22.5%) clothing – with numerous high street brands now responding with their own “ethical ranges”.

Interestingly though, the biggest ethical market contributor isn’t wavy-garm clad vegans, but the ethical money industry. Worth almost £40 billion, it’s roughly the size of all other sectors combined, and has seen growth in investments (6.3%) and shares (9.9%) sales.

Overall then, we do generally care. And by we, I do mean mainly the younger generation. The Global Shapers Annual survey in 2017 by the World Economic Forum found that 48.8% of 18-35 year old respondents worldwide argued that climate change and the destruction of nature was the most serious global issue. We’re far more likely to be veggie and vegan, and generally more likely to check product packing for sustainability claims before making a purchase (according to The Nielson Global Survey on Corporte Social Responsibility, 51% of Millennials do this). The Ethical Consumers report also finds a gender trend, with women claiming to make more sustainable choices across all sectors.

So to recap: most people care about sustainability, and many adjust their consumer demand patterns accordingly. So why then, if demand for sustainability is increasing, have most main-stream brands not significantly reacted?

It seems that when there’s a clear-cut sustainable option like vegetarianism, buying second hand clothes, etc, people are generally taking it. The influence held even by simple signals of sustainability, such as Fairtrade or Rainforest Alliance stickers, seem to show that people want to make good choices, but realistically can’t be bothered to research every product in their fridge or wardrobe.

So maybe if more of our choices were given an obvious sustainable option, we would flock to them too.

The 2015 Neilson global report seems to agree. Brands can advertise the sustainability of their products either by marketing social and environmental impact initiatives, or by making claims to directly evidence the brand’s sustainable connections. The claim-only tactic correlates in sales growth of 7.2% – far above the average for any other tactic – yet it is used by brands representing only 2% of sales.

There is a caveat here that smaller companies are more likely to be specialised in sustainability and hence able to use claim tactics. However, even so, it seems hard to deny many big companies are missing a trick. People really do want to make good choices, and are willing to pay for it. Isn’t this where capitalism is meant to step in?

Is Louis C.K. back, and how should the comedy world respond?

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Louis C.K. is back. In November 2017, after a New York Times article detailed several sexual harassment allegations against the comedian, he released a non-apology in which he admitted to the accusations. Although these allegations had been circulating online as early as 2012, it took another five years for the public climate to swing in favour of the women speaking out. Among this wave of accusations and public outcry, C.K. removed himself from the public eye.

In August of 2018, less than a year after the allegations went public, Louis C.K. made an unannounced appearance at the Comedy Cellar in New York, where he immediately fell back into his usual routine, even including a riff about rape whistles. In the few months of his absence, YouTube videos such as “Louis C.K. – A True Comic Genius” had racked up a million views, quite apart from his many defenders on Twitter. While his first appearance at the Comedy Cellar incited controversy, and subsequent drop-ins were met with a few walk-outs and hecklers, his performances continue. Louis C.K. already is back, whether we like it or not.

The question therefore is not whether he is coming back or whether he should, but what to do now that he is. If artistic talent supposedly supersedes any ramifications for the artist’s reprehensible behavior, one approach would be to consider whether Louis CK is, in fact, a “True Comic Genius”. Is Louis C.K. as provocative, as unique, as groundbreaking as we are told he is?

Part of a tradition of stand-up comics in the vein of Lenny Bruce or George Carlin, CK is certainly competently vulgar. However, Bruce’s vulgarity, coupled with his Jewish identity, drew the ire of contemporary peacekeepers, and his 1964 trial on obscenity charges is still considered a landmark moment in discussions around freedom of speech. Carlin’s 1980s sermons against the Catholic Church were among the first of their kind in comedy.

Louis C.K. is performing the same provocative style, with no one to punch up against. He is at his funniest when he speaks about his ageing body, time being the only enemy left to a man atop the sociopolitical food chain. Many of his other bits of observational comedy about gender and race, previously widely read as daring, now leave a bitter aftertaste in light of C.K.’s admission to having harassed several women.

Someone who proves that people who do not face any structural oppression can, in fact, be funny without being offensive or boring is John Mulaney. His sets, conventional from a formal perspective, draw on a vintage, music-hall aesthetic, which is bolstered by his talent with imitations. Additionally, his keen awareness of word choice renders his anecdotal, observational comedy both specific and charmingly absurd. Mulaney, aware of the problem of punching down, largely avoids political content.

Currently, the best observational comedy, political and otherwise, is being made by younger comics who are as hilarious as they are formally daring. A second approach to C.K.’s return, then, is to support talented, innovative comedians whose careers are made most difficult by a climate of sexual harassment and suppression of certain voices in comedy.

Among these is Catherine Cohen, a Brooklyn comic and self-described “obnoxious wench”, who performs hybrid sets of stand-up and musical comedy, wherein she croons lines as iconic as “boys never wanted to kiss me/so now I do comedy”. Or Chris Fleming, whose live shows are as multi-medial as his YouTube videos, where he intersperses samples of the Dave Matthews Band with performances as a gender-bending “he-niece of Lucifer”, or green-screens himself into a football stadium during an otherwise classical stand-up monologue about Anxiety

What these comedians have in common is an ironic approach to how their identities shape the reception of their work. Their sharp eye for hyper-specific observational comedy easily trumps the generalisations of C.K.’s grouchy old man persona. Where he removes himself from the ridiculous, mocking what he does not understand, they mock what they do, but wish they didn’t – from anxiety over sexism to hipsters. This interest in undermining the ego of the Comic Genius pervades their bodies of work. The way they self-consciously emulate one-(wo)man shows to underline the egotistical tint of any stand-up set. How they collaborate with performers across different genres. Their interdisciplinary talents, from musical composition over graphic design, TV writing, podcasting, sketch comedy, and dance, to the way they market their own work online – it’s pure genius. Maybe that YouTube video’s title is right. The way to respond to Louis C.K.’s return, and to approach comedy at large, is to support True Comic Genius.

03/1: The article formerly read that Mitra Jouhari created a dance routine to Beyoncé’s ‘Love on Top’ – in fact this was devised by Sunita Mani.