“What is a good life?” This axiological question, asked earnestly in the opening lines of James Graham’s The Standard of Living – playing at Theatre Royal Haymarket until December 12 – is often overlooked by the fractured and hyper-specialised discipline of economics.
Whether it’s a mild sniffle or full-blown tears, I always end up feeling a bit ridiculous about the whole ordeal when it’s over. I mean, it’s not real, is it? Why do I waste my grief on things that haven’t happened, that will never happen?
With his aquiline nose, translucent skin and
deep pale eyes, Ralph Fiennes certainly makes an impression. And that is even before
he speaks or emotes -...
“All my particles disband and disperse/And I’ll be back in the
pulse.”
Music, to Fiona Apple, seems like a Schrodinger’s Cat kind of
paradox; it relies...