You have to find humour in the French elections where you can. Marine Le Pen's far right party has just announced that its candidate in Belfort in eastern France will be a hard right TV commentator from the hard right C-news channel. His name is Guillaume Bigot.
absolutely obsessed with this 1643 account of the “true Discovery of a Witch”, in which the witch is caught red-handed engaging in the occult practice of...surfboarding?
Not to keep giving oxygen to this, but it feels necessary to say that the tory who is actually brat (loves cocaine, messy but also a bit sad) is clearly Gove
So good to see Euan Blair join The Times roster alongside the likes of Flora Gill, Gabriel Jagger, and Emily Clarkson, who all have absolutely nothing in common except their raw talent
For a few months, I’ve been hearing from people - mostly young, bright graduates desperate for a job in the arts - who worked at the Institute of Art and Ideas. It’s been a truly wild ride, which you can now read all about in
@The_Fence_Mag
, here:
More than any other Victorian novelist, Dickens was fascinated by financial systems and how they related to the inner lives of his characters. From me, a festive piece for
@TheEconomist
on the economic lessons of 'A Christmas Carol'
So many gems in this, but my favourite so far is Donne’s fondness for elephants, one of which came to London in the 1620s: “Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant / The only harmless great thing” 🥹🥹🥹
Not to be all “if this was Corbyn” but if this was Corbyn, Cressida Dick would be leading him out of No. 10 in handcuffs in a TV special timed to coincide with Laura K’s evening live report
I wrote for
@TheEconomist
about why the Met Museum should use its cancelled 150th anniversary celebrations as an opportunity to reflect. How should a museum that has served as a showcase for private wealth maintain its founding mission of public good?
🏆 We are delighted to announce that the runner-up for the 2021 Observer / Burgess Prize for Arts Journalism is James Waddell, for his review of The Duchess of Malfi.
Think about this pretty much every single day. People dedicate their whole careers to comedy and never come up with anything as funny and well-executed as this perfect, dumb bit
Can’t read these lines from Paradise Lost without hearing the voice of my undergraduate tutor reading out “Can it be a sin to know, / Can it be death?” and following it up with “Well? Can it????” and just expecting me to answer the question
Really glad that we got through all those long months of it getting dark at 4pm to get through to May, when it’s still dark at 4pm but in a slightly different way and also you get wet
It’s been said, but worth repeating: the silence of large parts of UK media on this whole Judith Butler thing is just so fucking craven. Why am I only finding out about one of the gravest breaches of journalistic ethics you could possibly imagine via people tweeting about it?
Right, this is as good a moment as any to ask—apropos of absolutely nothing at all!—if you have a story to tell about the Institute of Art and Ideas, please DM me
Teaching this poem to students has been a great privilege of my life. The first way to like it is to like, or at least forgive, Milton, which means realising how much he likes, or at least forgives, Eve. The second way is to audibly utter “fuck this goes so hard” every other page
Are you a Paradise Lost person? What is the point of it? I didn’t like it, and don’t want to reread it. What do people like about it? Why are some people die hards? This is for novel research.
relieved to find that person on train next to me who kept repeating “Est-ce que tu m'aimes?” into her phone with increasing levels of desperate frustration was not going through a dramatic gallic break-up, but was, in fact, on Duolingo
Sometimes I simply feel overwhelmed by the power of poetry to illuminate and move,, for example when Chaucer says what sound all the different birds make
My review for
@TheEconomist
of
@breach_theatre
’s new play, a searing account of Artemisia Gentileschi’s defiance in the face of psychological manipulation, victim-blaming and the untouchable sway of powerful men
My review for
@TheEconomist
of a garden-themed exhibition at the
@gropiusbau
in Berlin, featuring glass grass, polka-dot plants, and a talking skunk cabbage
Honey Possum 🍯🌼
This tiny nectivorous marsupial, found only in south-western Australia, was encountered on recent surveys at our Paruna Wildlife Sanctuary.
The species' Aboriginal name is Noolbenger - an important totem animal to the Noongar Traditional Owners.
📸 C Moir/AWC
V gratified that a side-track in my thesis has given me an excuse to write about BEWARE THE CAT (1552), possibly the first and certainly the most deranged work of Renaissance prose fiction
was already feeling fragile this morning but i’ve just seen a man in this pret eating a croissant with a knife and fork, napkin tucked into his shirt, and it’s really sent me spiralling over the edge
@ImogenWK
omg, been doing Shakespeare Bros as a bit for years - don't forget playful punches to chest/arm, sitting on a backwards chair, chucking and catching a coin-purse/flask, constantly running, shouting "Sirrah!!", etc. Seeing this tn, cant wait for the sound of backslap on doublet
I know the quote “Through a glass, darkly” is supposed to evoke sort of mysterious obscure beauty, but whenever i read it i just see this image in my head
Wrote about the Titan submersible for
@ArtReview_
by way of James Cameron, Jules Verne, Julia Armfield, Lucille Clifton, Ted Hughes, Sylvia Plath, Sigmund Freud, Edgar Allan Poe, H.P Lovecraft, Herman Melville, and the Onion. Voila!
My review for
@TheEconomist
of a new play about Charles Darwin, before he grew the beard. Does the world really need another telling of a great 19th-century man's story?
Nice to be one half of this beautiful double-page spread in this week’s
@TheTLS
, alongside
@kateemccaffrey
presenting her ridiculously exciting new research
Today is deadline day for the second and final Faerie Queene chapter of my thesis, which is probably the last time I’ll ever write about it, 10 years after i first read it - goodbye strange poem
Found this note in a library book and after my 4th coffee I am starting to think it is the foundational question of not only my research but also the very endeavour of literary production itself