The Spectator [UK] (31 October 2015)
Language: English
Pages: 72
ISBN: 2:00313170
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The Spectator was established in 1828, and is the oldest continuously published magazine in the English language. The Spectator’s taste for controversy, however, remains undiminished. There is no party line to which our writers are bound – originality of thought and elegance of expression are the sole editorial constraints. The result, week after week, is that the best British journalists, critics, authors and cartoonists turn out their best work, to produce an extraordinarily wide-ranging title.
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Certainly, as the show makes clear, the extinction of native rule in Egypt did not spell the immediate death of her ancestral gods. Instead, under first the Persians, then the Greeks, and finally the Romans, they endured as they had ever done, seemingly immortal. Whether in their temples or painted on the walls of tombs, the same portraits were reproduced century after century: of Isis, the divine mother feeding Horus, her baby son, or of Horus himself, grown to manhood and sporting the head of a
Character assassination Lloyd Evans Plaques and Tangles Royal Court, until 21 November Treasure Finborough, until 14 November Here are three truths about play-writing. A script without an interval will be structurally flawed. A vague, whimsical title means a vague, whimsical drama. And a play about Alzheimer’s will self-destruct for the obvious reason that drama is an examination of character while Alzheimer’s is an effacement of character, so the paint evaporates before it reaches the canvas. A
alcoholic. The high points are there, and so are the low ones — she became Terry’s carer in latter days. It is funny, it is searingly honest, it is brave and it is moving. Anybody who can read either the prologue or the conclusion of Not Enough Time without a moistness in the eye must have something other than blood flowing through their veins. It is not just about life with Terry, the tough guy in the saddle who was so easily moved to tears, the eternal scamp with the ability to charm himself
Oxford. According to this view, Oxford and Cambridge’s all-male drinking clubs operate as a kind of careers advice service for well-connected public schoolboys, putting them in touch with old members who can help them gain entry to elite professions like banking, politics and the law. That was certainly the impression given by The Riot Club, Laura Wade’s wellreceived play (and film) about the Bullingdon. The problem with this view is that not every member of the club — or indeed Oxbridge drinking
the principle of ius sanguinis, or ‘citizenship by blood’, which went back to 1913. Until the law was reformed by Gerhard A 12 Schröder’s ‘red-green’ government in 2000, Germany continued to define itself in ethnic terms. Even second- or third-generation Turkish immigrants were officially ‘foreigners’. It has only been during the last decade or so that Germany has come around to the idea that it is a multi-ethnic society — and many Germans are still uneasy about that idea, as shown by the
