“Evidence in Camera” by Margery Allingham, number 1 of 27 Great British Short Stories Premise: First person account by a journalist covering a serial killer who is bumping off middle-aged redheaded women in English sea-side towns Review: Very nicely done, with gibes about how media (print) and cops work. Possibly a little sub-Freudian, but so... Continue Reading →
I am done with Shakespeare (for now)
A couple of days ago the child that would grow up to be Queen Elizabeth the first was born. Or rather, I read the final scenes of Henry VIII, a play Bill Shakespeare co-wrote at the very end of his career, and QE1 was spat out by Anne Bullen... This was the (anti?)climax of me... Continue Reading →
Troilus and Cressida – wtaf? (Bard to the Bone #02)
Bard to the Bone explained here. The play: Troilus and Cressida Year written: 1602 Context of the writing (Shakespeare’s career, political events it was responding to): the forever war against the Irish was dragging on, and this is an “anti-war” play about the futility and banality of it all (causes, characters etc). Apparently you can... Continue Reading →
“You’ve got to be fucking Kyd-ing me: Titus Andronicus”
As part of my remedial accumulation of cultural capital, I'm reading the 21 plays outa 37 by Bill Shakespeare where I currently rate my knowledge at Zero. Read more here if you can be bothered (but WHY?). First up, Titus Andronicus. [Wikipedia] Year written: 1592? 1593? Context of the writing (Shakespeare’s career, political events it... Continue Reading →
Learning about climate change from Boris Johnson
Some people like to make it all very VERY complicated (whether they know that is what they are doing or not). And you can do that. You can make climate change and what we are supposed to do about it so fantastically complicated that you scare off most potential allies and actors. You can make... Continue Reading →
The Oresteia, feminism, Sartre and all that jazz… – RACC while the world is ruined
Have decided to do some remedial accumulation of cultural capital (RACC). Back in the day, there was a time when I read aloud to myself in order to plough through some Big Fat Works. I'm thinking particularly of Paradise Lost (Milton) and Don Juan (Byron). There may have been others. Well, new year, new resolutions,... Continue Reading →
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