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Eco-Fiction

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Last November, Waterstones named Greta Thunberg as their ‘author of the year’. Her collection of speeches, No One Is Too Small to Make a Difference, certainly encapsulated the passion and anger of the global climate movement. The book was showcased on stands in Waterstones stores alongside other environmental bestsellers: David Wallace-Wells’ The Uninhabitable Earth, Extinction Rebellion’s ‘handbook’, This Is Not A Drill, and Naomi Klein’s This Changes Everything, to name a few. At the moment, writing about the climate crisis is dominated by non-fiction and polemics; where are all the stories?  

Obviously, in order to better understand what’s happening to our planet, we need to understand the science and policy that’s driving the crisis. Long-form journalism and non-fiction give us a deep dive into the research and the facts in a way that social media can’t; they’re an essential part of climate activism. The thing is, it’s becoming increasingly clear that information alone is not enough. This is a crisis which is underpinned by cognitive dissonance; most of us agree that humans have had an adverse effect on the planet, and yet we go about our lives as if little is the matter. Environmental crisis requires us to change the way we see the world, and one way we can do that is by telling stories. 

Indeed, Thunberg’s upcoming book, Our House Is On Fire: Scenes from a Family and a Planet in Crisis, seeks to tell a story. The memoir, written with her parents and sister, tells the tale of how the family adapted to Thunberg’s sudden rise to eminence. The title alone suggests there is a parallel to be drawn between stories about family and stories about the planet. Rather than simply setting out to argue, as Thunberg did in No One Is Too Small to Make a Difference, it seems that this new book will to confront the ways in which the climate crisis manifests itself in our daily lives, refracted through the lens of relationships and community. Framing an environmental message in terms of a family story appeals to the way our brains work; we respond to emotion better than reason. Stories galvanize; they give us a common cause. Science and psychology writer David Robson says that storytelling is “a form of cognitive play that hones our minds, allowing us to simulate the world around us and imagine different strategies”. We know that we need stories to help us confront the climate crisis; the question remains of how to tell them. 

Let’s look at who’s currently writing eco-fiction. Richard Powers’ lengthy novel, The Overstory ­– shortlisted for the Man Booker prize in 2018 – traces the lives of nine intersecting characters and their experiences with trees. The first chapter reads as a beautiful short story, charting several generations of an Iowa farming family as they take a picture of a chestnut tree on the same day every year. It’s a lyrical reminder of the interdependent relationship between humanity and nature. As the story progresses, however, the novel gets bogged down by an account of radical activists protesting the destruction of a redwood forest. Rather than ask complicated questions about conservation and activism, The Overstory becomes a back-and-forth between two oversimplified standpoints; the evil capitalist corporations and the angelic environmentalist do-gooders. A writer with an explicit agenda is one thing; a writer who is reluctant to challenge and interrogate the intricacies of what they stand for is quite another. It’s not Powers’ environmental morality which poses a problem – in fact, it’s quite refreshing to see such a standpoint embraced by the literary world. Rather, it’s the fact that The Overstory is a missed opportunity. Good literature should not just persuade or preach; it should start a conversation and complicate issues in a way we wouldn’t have done ourselves. 

This is the potential pitfall of eco-fiction. The majority of writers who want to explore the climate crisis come to the topic with environmentalist principles. Thus, at the root of all eco-fiction is a desire to draw attention to the climate crisis and to persuade people to act. Can anything new and exciting be said in the face of this overarching moral? Is there space for imagination and innovation when all writing about climate change is ultimately saying the same thing? 

Part of the answer is to be found in genre fiction; for the last two decades, writing about environmental disaster has largely been the remit of dystopia and sci-fi. These genres have provided an ample playground for imaginative thinking about how human action will impact our planet. While N. K. Jemisin’s Broken Earth trilogyfor instance, isn’t explicitly about our current crisis, it asks some brilliant questions about how we should live in a climate-changed world. Jemisin shows us a society thwarted by constant ecological threat, only to reveal the human-made systems that lie at the foundation of the cause. Likewise, Margaret Atwood’s MaddAddam trilogy imaginatively engages with the consequences of hypercapitalism and genetic engineering. Atwood, praised by critics and readers alike, is somewhat of an anomaly in the field, though; much of science fiction lacks clout, and many of its most exciting voices are pushed to the literary sidelines. We need to shine light on these genres if we are to establish a powerful canon of climate crisis writing. 

This being said, there’s a danger that speculative fiction in particular only tells one side of the story; the side that involves catastrophe and apocalypse. Indeed, in the first of the MaddAddam series, Oryx and Crake, Atwood’s sentiment borders on alarmist. A ravaged Earth can serve as a warning, but can also potentially feed into feelings of fatalism and passivity. Alarmism was an accusation also thrown at novelist Jonathan Franzen last year, following his New Yorker essay ‘What If We Stop Pretending?’. The essay stands out from other climate crisis writing because Franzen says something new; he tells a story of climate change in which catastrophe is now inevitable. He proposes preparation, rather than prevention, should be our plan for survival. The backlash fell into two distinct, albeit related, categories. The first camp found fault with Franzen’s pessimism, arguing that his view perpetuates inaction in a world that desperately needs something doing. The second camp rallied against Franzen’s shaky use of science; he treats the IPCC’s figure of two degrees of warming as a magic number, and runs his own quasi climate models in his head. While valid in some respects, this criticism raises questions about who can write about the climate crisis. On the one hand, it needs hard facts and reliable experts in order to be believed in a fake-news world. On the other hand, however, this mentality excludes creative voices who exist outside the field of expertise. We need to find a balance between talking about the crisis in an accurate way whilst also allowing for new ideas and perspectives. 

While it’s clear that we need to tell stories about the climate crisis, it’s equally clear that the shape these stories should take is not straightforward. As more and more writers are drawn to the ever-pressing discussion, it’s paramount that we fully think about the consequences of how we talk about climate change. Writing about the environment can take us to faraway lands or it can shed light on the mundanities of everyday life on a rapidly changing planet. It helps us to navigate crisis and to discern exactly what our relationship to the environment is. We need to combine imagination, diversity and hope to create sustained engagement with environmental issues. With writers like Paolo Bacigalupi, Amitav Ghosh and Claire Vaye Watkins leading the charge, the story we are telling about the climate crisis is looking ever more hopeful. 

Review: The Oxford Revue and Friends

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To keep an audience laughing consistently at amateur comedy sketches for over two hours is the impressive achievement of the cast of ‘Oxford Revue and Friends’, which was shown at the Old Fire Station Oxford from the 25th to the 26thof February 2020. 

Described in the sales pitch as ‘an eclectic mix of satire, silliness, and strange characters’, numerous skits pushed audience-members to lean over to their neighbours and whisper ‘what?’ – thankfully in hilarity, rather than with disdain. 

Whilst the Bristol Revunions and the Durham Revue did not feature on the opening night, splitting the time between three remaining acts resulted in a good grasp on the central conceits of each team’s performance. And I use the term ‘team’ here to reflect the sense of good-natured competition which accompanied the comedy of the evening (and ultimately conceded the supremacy of the UCL Graters). 

Given the announcement of Joël Stanley as compeer and ‘a black man at that’ in pre-show advertisements, I feared that he may gain laughs in the manner of a young Lenny Henry by ‘getting in first’ with self-deprecating jokes (as described in the BBC documentary ‘Imagine’). However, his endearingly nervy and energetic introductions did just the opposite, reminding audience-members that watching awkward, experimental theatre with your parents, going on disastrous first dates, and avoiding dodgy-looking people on dark streets are universally implicating experiences. Asking rhetorically what it was about himself that the audience should already have noticed, Joël dealt admirably with the response that his bare feet were the most notable aspect of his appearance, despite being caught off-guard by the interjection.    

The Tuesday-night performance included the UCL Graters, the Cambridge Footlights, and the Oxford Revues. The UCL graters provided a fluid series of twelve, highly-varied sketches and switched quickly and convincingly between a multiplicity of character-roles. Of-the-three, their work contained what I felt to be the most impactful satirical jibes, which were directed at figures ranging from the ignorant boss unaware of work-place discrimination, to the fascination of documentary hosts with atypical relationships. Highlights include a sketch about a slug, an X-factor-style sob-story about living life with the permanent companionship of a backup dancer, and John and Edward from South London lamenting their lack of Gucci sliders and chastising their bitch-of-a-mum who refuses to give them a lift home from the marshes (that’s peak bro indeed).

The Cambridge Footlights had fun on stage and their excitement was infectious. However, opening with a gag about UCAS applications very much set the scene. A focus upon satirising student-life in front of students who already do a good job of ripping each-other to shreds with similar, although less nuanced, jokes was perhaps treading too-familiar ground. However, the character of the girl who insists that she’s ‘not like other girls’ because she likes the Beatles was well-done, as was a sketch on a loved-up couple looking to escape university accommodation and set-up-camp together.   

After a slow start, the Oxford Revues impressed with their dark re-workings of childhood classics and their use of a porous fourth wall through which they poked fun at the very act of student acting; wrong lines, awkward framing devices, an otherwise stressful life – they brought attention to all. Sketches on Disney’s Pluto ruled by a tyrannical Mickey Mouse, hobbit-Frodo trading in a gold ring for some new trainers, and Oompa Loompas summoning union-action against Willy Wonka were carefully thought-through and delivered.   

There were too many Michael Jackson jokes, granted, but to Alison Hall, who called out the student journalists of the audience, this review is intended to be better than luke-warm!

Review: ‘Sorry’ at the Jericho Tavern

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Asha Lorenz’s eyeballs roll back into her skull. One half of the songwriting duo behind the band Sorry, she scowls the chorus of ‘Right Round the Clock’, the first single from their forthcoming debut album. It’s an arresting set-opener; jerking guitar riffs and honky-tonk piano laid over an obstinate, clanking beat. Asha’s fellow lyricist, Louis O’Bryen, is stood to her right, the former’s creaky drawl alternating with the latter’s earnest, half-absent vocals. Louis sings from the point of view of a fame-obsessed narrator, intoxicated by the “flash-flash, fuck-me eyes” of a “dolled up” love interest.

If Sorry were keen on fame themselves, you could say they were taking their time to attain it. Having formed in 2014, toured with the likes of Childhood and Pixx, and released a handful of singles all before the end of the decade, they only announced their debut LP, 925, in January 2020. Former secondary school classmates Asha and Louis make up a formidably tight unit alongside Campbell Baum and Lincoln Barrett on bass and drums, and the four are joined on their current UK tour by Marco Pini, who contributes “weird little bleeps and bloops” to their captivating mix of grunge and DIY indie.

Their set is littered with electronic samples and intermissions between songs, harking back to the band’s early ‘scrapbook’ aesthetic. Sorry’s first releases were their ‘Home Demo/ns’ mixtapes, a set of bedroom recordings published on YouTube alongside hand-filmed, crudely edited music videos. Live renditions of their early singles are embellished with glitching synths and droning introductions, which perfectly complement the transfixing, repetitive lyrics on tracks such as ‘Starstruck’.

This movement into more experimental territory might suggest a convergence with the South London music scene that Sorry are often attached to, despite their North London origins. But while groups such as Black Midi tend towards the avant-garde, Asha and Louis’ songwriting has retained a smoother feel, albeit with gritty and sinister undertones. The initial singles from 925 have something of a jazz influence, courtesy of an astute, blues-disposed rhythm section and cameos by Campbell on saxophone (following the trend of other British post-punks such as Drahla and Lice).

The Jericho Tavern crowd are offered a taste of this new, more lavish sound in the form of ‘Rock ‘n’ Roll Star’, a standout of the tracks released from the album so far. Campbell swaps bass for sax and the lyrical focus of washed-up, pathetic characters and their dysfunctional attempts at romance continues. Sorry’s world is one of lewd celebrities and reluctant strippers (“you are just a showgirl, but you don’t even blow girl” snorts Asha on ‘Showgirl’). Looking out over Walton Street from the comfort of the Jericho, it’s hard not to think that their music might be better suited to a gloomy underground dive bar.

Their set takes a brighter turn with ‘Ode to Boy’, one of a handful of ‘Home Demo/ns’ tracks re-recorded for 925. Asha and Louis’ near-bored delivery gains a newfound sincerity, their voices uniting in a genuinely touching expression of devotion (“I’d like to still grow old with you, please, hope you’re somewhere safe, baby…say it’s true ’cause you know I love you”). Standing spellbound in the crowd, I begin to understand why this album is being hailed as a breakthrough for Sorry, and I truly hope this will be the case. The band seem proud of their new material; Asha’s eyes seem less cold and, for the first time in the set, she allows herself a tentative smile.

They end the night with 2017 single ‘Lies’, a familiar, brooding set-closer that explodes into a chorus of grunge guitar, warped synth and the return of Louis and Asha’s signature back-and-forth vocals. A re-recorded version will be released as a ‘refix’ on ‘925’; even this, one of their oldest songs, has evolved immeasurably since the band’s early days. Sorry are constantly updating their tracks, adding and removing parts in a manner reminiscent of the ‘Home Demo/ns’ ‘scrapbook’ approach. But their appearance, Asha and Lincoln sporting ushanka hats, Louis in a blue Adidas tracksuit, Campbell looking like a schoolteacher, seems unchanged from their early gigs in the mid-2010s. Despite all the added bleeps and bloops, Sorry are still the same band as ever.

The Modern Memoir

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“I can’t believe that we’re on the fifth instalment of my autobiography. As usual with me, the three years since my last book, You Only Live Once, have been a rollercoaster ride. There’s always drama with a capital D in my life. Always.” 

Believe it or not, this is not, in fact, from the writings of St. Augustine in his Confessions, widely regarded to be the earliest example of the written memoir. Nor, in all honestly, is it the writings of one Katie Price, whose name – through some bizarre process of association – happens to be on the cover of the bestselling Love, Lipstick, and Lies. Whilst these masterworks of the Western canon are over 1,600 years apart, their similarities are startling: St. Augustine’s declaration of ‘Lo! My infancy died long since, and I live’ is surely no different to Katie Price’s revelation that ‘Now I’m older, wiser, with two marriages behind me and on to marriage number three.’ Add in a ‘Lo!’ and Love, Lipstick, and Lies may as well have been written by what Albert C. Outler, Ph.D, professor of Theology at the Perkins School of Theology, Dallas, Texas calls ‘the first medieval father of the Christian church.’ 

What could be called The Confessions of Katie Price (Vol. 5), is situated in a long tradition of celebrity autobiography and memoir, which underwent a so-called ‘memoir boom’ in the 90s. What changed during this period, following the increased financial pressure on publishing conglomerates to earn back the swathes of cash they were investing in these memoir writers, was the relationship between the writers and celebrity. Katie Price, according to my parents, was a celebrity long before the publication of her initial autobiography, Being Jordan. This was the trend for memoir prior to the genre’s boom in the 90s: well-known figures would write their life-and-times, attracting a huge audience of fans to buy said life-and-times, queueing for autographed autobiographies of their favourite writers and politicians. These writers and politicians, however, were not so keen to have their ‘serious’ endeavours associated with the kind of genre once sold in pharmacies due to its lack of appeal: condoms and piles cream were not, apparently, the kind of market with which Sigmund Freud wished to be associated. 

So, what’s a publishing company to do? Celebrities won’t become memoir writers; why not make memoir writers celebrities? Fool-proof! During the 90s, the airways were ruled by The Oprah Winfrey Show and the like (the enduring legacy of Oprah’s influence is evident in that Microsoft Word dares not regard her name as a spelling mistake), where these common-or-garden memoir writers could talk to the woman herself and inform eager audiences about the kind of issue raised in their writing. The memoir genre, like Buffy, very much grew up in the 90s. These books would often centre around an individual during a specific moment in their life, a moment that would give a subjective experience a topic with wider social implications like domestic abuse, for example. The writer would then tour with their book, which would be used to open up the kinds of discussions surrounding these topics on shows like Oprah and would inevitably make the writer into a kind of figurehead for their particular area of discussion. The life-and-times of these everyday people, focusing particularly on the ‘times’ where their individual life merged with a wider socio-political point of contention, were seen as a way for the general public to ‘understand’ the issues facing their society. 

However, there was inevitably a backlash against the experience of an individual being used to address such serious issues. Memoirs, the argument ran, are sentimental, subjective, and have no place in wider social discourse: Frank McCourt’s depiction of abuse, alcoholism, and poverty in Angela’s Ashes –  one of the most notable cases of this personalised history – was considered too, well, personalised, to properly address the political conversations it was voicing from its place on the bestsellers list. 

Modern memoir, then, has had to position itself against this backlash against the personalisation of politics. Notably, Juliet Jacques’ Trans: A Memoir acts as a self-reflexive discussion of the memoir genre itself. Infiltrating her subjective life story as a trans woman with accurately researched academic discourse on ‘the history of the sex change’ and ‘the politics of life writing’, Jacques educates her readers on the very genre in which she is writing. Trans writers, following the backlash against the memoir boom, were only expected to write memoir; to conform to a traditional story of transition and refrain from any political discussion about the oppression affecting these lives on a systematic level. Jacques uses Jan Morris’ Conundrum as the blueprint for these schematised, apolitical memoirs to which trans writers have been confined. Her publishers would not accept the kinds of politically charged, theoretical discussions she was pitching. Whilst the title declares the work ‘a memoir’, Jacques is rebelling against the genre from the inside out, refusing to conform to the personal/political binary that had been shaping the reception of memoirs over the decades. In a similar vein to Marjane Satrapi’s Persepolis, Jacques uses the memoir form to write from the margin of society, to argue that the individual stories of oppressed people can, and must, be seen as holding political weight: ‘the personal’, she argues ‘is political.’ These modern memoirs act as a meeting point between literary and political criticism. It is easily to see the links between the personal/political divide and the debates surrounding identity politics that are so florescent today. Modern day Margery Kempes, writers like Satrapi and Jacques believe in the political power of a single voice but are also keenly aware that their voice does not represent a community: it is this tension that forms the social, literary, and political landscape of the memoir genre. The lives of these women, whilst perhaps not Drama-with-a-capital-D, can hold the potential for positive social change, even without features from Peter Andre. 

Interview: Rai Kah Mercury’s Nathan De Giorgi

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Rai Kah Mercury are set to break into the Oxford scene with an atmospheric gig in Hertford College Chapel on 3rd March. Known for their blues-meets-indie-rock sound, the four-piece plan to put on an intimate and experimental show, unlike anything the chapel has likely seen before – supported by Oxford’s own Gigi Williams.

I sat down and talked to Nathan de Giorgi, second year music student and keyboardist of Rai Kah Mercury to pick his brains about the upcoming show, balancing being in a band with an Oxford degree, and his ultimate musical bucket list. We chatted in Hertford Chapel itself; a picturesque setting and unexpectedly a perfect venue for a rock show, its acoustics and aesthetics alike well suited to live performance.

Rai Kah Mercury’s signature sound hails from Birmingham – the hometown of all four members and where they have recorded and crafted most of their music. Due to work and university commitments, however, the band are now based all over the UK, with Nathan in Oxford and the other members spread across Brighton, Manchester, and Reading.

I asked Nathan how this impacted their creative and collaborative process – to which he frankly admitted: “It’s hard! Because we’re based all over the country, we don’t have too much time together at the moment. When we do, we try and get a good balance of rehearsal and creative time.” Despite the time apart, the band’s creative process seems to be effective. “Our frontman Tomas writes most of the songs,” Nathan told me. “I actually came into the band a bit later, in late 2018, early 2019. We used to be a three-piece, but the addition of the keys fleshed it out a bit.”

We talked about all that comes with balancing the band commitments with his degree – two opposing yet equally challenging feats.  “I guess it helps that I do study music!” laughed Nathan. “Strangely enough, rock isn’t covered on the syllabus – hip hop is – but sadly no rock. It’s quite nice to have the aspect of performance and creativity on the side, it’s something I don’t think I’d get to explore otherwise.”

Rather than seeing it as a difficulty, Nathan feels that his degree studies have indirectly complemented the band’s sound. “When we’ve been fleshing out songs as a group, it’s good to have input from different backgrounds. I’m the only one in the band with a kind of classical background, so I think when we’re making songs, that element comes through and gives us something more interesting to work with.”

This is a range evident in Rai Kah Mercury’s sound. Their most well known track, ‘Terror Incognita’ (racking up nearly 39k streams on Spotify) has a classic indie rock feel, whilst ‘Road leads to nowhere’ is a heartfelt pop ballad. Nathan ascribes  this to the band’s diverse array of influences: “Radiohead is definitely the main one, but I know some of the boys take inspiration from Neil Young, Led Zeppelin, and Elliott Smith. The first gig we all saw together was the Black Keys – I still have the t-shirt and it still fits, better now actually!”

It’s this blend of inspiration, mixed with the band’s own creative backgrounds, that gives Rai Kah Mercury their distinctive bluesy and experimental sound, “What hopefully makes us stand out,” Nathan commented, “is the variety in our songs. We have a kind of extended and eclectic mix of sounds, from heavier things to the more understated. It’s pretty varied!”

This variety plays a significant part in the band’s live performance, conveying their versatility and originality. “I’d like to think that with keys, we have more options and our sound feels inherently more varied. We can add little synthy bits that keep it interesting. We’re definitely not a straight up synth band, but we’re all interested in playing with soundscapes, something that hopefully comes across when we play live.”

Rai Kah Mercury are no stranger to the stage – earlier in the year they joined the lineup of Discover Birmingham 2020, a showcase of up-and-coming talent in their hometown. They have played several sold-out headline gigs, as well as a range of support slots in London and Manchester – making the most of having members based up and down the country.

Whilst highlights of their live career so far include playing the Salisbury Hotel and the Sunflower Lounge, we talked about the band’s pipe dreams when it comes to performing. “A world tour is the dream,” Nathan laughed, “but in the meantime we’d love to play one of the O2 Academies, Birmingham would be cool, a very full-circle moment. The dream support slot would obviously be Radiohead!”

 Whilst it’s not O2 Academy Birmingham, Rai Kah Mercury are making their Oxford live debut in a very well-respected venue, paving the way for the indie-rock takeover of college chapels movement. Asked what attendees could expect from this one-off gig, Nathan reflected: “it’s our chance to be a bit more intimate as a band. We’re still gonna be amped up, and we’ll still play loud songs, but the focus of our set will be more geared towards the intimate side.”

“People who come along on Tuesday night can expect good music, hopefully! A nice environment, people that are passionate about music making. We’re really lucky to have an amazing support act before us – Gigi Williams, she’s going to play an acoustic set for us. Hopefully we’re gonna have some strings, too, it’ll really complement the whole experience. It’ll be a great aesthetic experience and something more personal than anything we’ve done before, – we’re all really excited!”

To get a taste of the refreshing and experimental sounds that Rai Kah Mercury have to offer, come along to Hertford College Chapel from 19:00 on Tuesday March 3rd. More details can be found here.

Rai Kah Mercury’s music is available to stream here.

You can find them on Facebook here.

“I’m not trying to be a political martyr”: In Conversation with MP Clive Lewis

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The current Labour leadership candidates surely have to answer the question of why, in December of last year, the party suffered its worst electoral defeat since 1935, if the race is to mean anything. There are elements which suggest that the race has done exactly that, albeit accidentally.

When Jeremy Corbyn called for a ‘period of reflection’ following his party’s defeat, somehow such a period never felt likely. This leadership race is one which offers no time or space for any cerebral thinking. It instead represents a titanic struggle between Labour’s warring factions, a struggle for the levers of power over the party machinery. It should hardly come as a surprise to those who have followed Labour’s struggles over the past decade to hear supporters of the race’s two frontrunners, Keir Starmer and Rebecca Long-Bailey are threatening to leave the party if their chosen candidate loses. Yet when I talk to Clive Lewis, whose brief candidacy for the leadership ended in mid-January, he tells me he believes these bitter internal conflicts to be a crucial element within any explanation of Labour’s heavy loss.

“We’re a broad church but very often it feels like our party can turn in on itself and that when one faction takes over, it becomes a winner takes all situation,” he tells me. Which pew does Lewis occupy in this church then I ask, and he replies, “I don’t deliberately set out to position myself outside any wing or faction of the party,” but, “sometimes though if you’re intellectually curious, if you’re prepared to speak your mind about things you believe to be right or things that you think are wrong, then sometimes that is not going to gain you lots of friends and allies, and you make yourself slightly isolated.” At this point, I think of deploying the old Lynn Barber interview trick and telling him I fear this answer may result in him coming off a little smug – in the hope of eliciting a reaction – but ultimately I decide against it. Besides, when Lewis calls me an hour later than scheduled (to be fair to him, our interview is scheduled on the day of Johnson’s cabinet reshuffle), I’m halfway through a panini, meaning I stammer my opening question – “what do you think is the biggest reason behind Labour’s defeat” – as I pace it back to my room in order to record his answer. “One reason?” he asks blankly, my heavy breathing filling the silence with all the grace of a loud ringtone at a funeral. This less than ideal start to proceedings leaves me feeling I have to ingratiate myself with the MP quickly, before I lose his interest altogether, so I hold fire.

Luckily, I have a trump card ready. I grew up in Lewis’ Norwich South constituency and, weirdly, was actually there at the hustings in 2011 when he was first selected as a parliamentary candidate, having been taken there by a particularly political family friend. Strictly speaking, I’ve been following his career since the age of 12. I worry this makes me sound like something of a superfan, but I decide to tell the story anyway, hoping he’ll find it charming. “That was a long time ago,” he says flatly. Oh well!

Despite his reputation as a Corbynite (he undertook three different frontbench positions under Corbyn during his five years as MP for Norwich South), it becomes clear over the course of the interview that Lewis is oddly difficult to place on the almighty ideological spectrum which exists within the Parliamentary Labour Party. There are moments where he faithfully treads the Corbyn line, insisting that he still believes in the values which underpinned the ‘Corbyn project,’ arguing, “it wanted a break with what you might call neoliberal economic dogma, it wanted to stand up against austerity and put forward an alternative, increasing public spending, it wanted to get away from a post-war imperialist foreign policy.” Yet in other moments, his outlook comes across as positively Blairite, such as when he insists that the electorate has “moved on beyond mass trade union membership [and] jobs for life.” People, he stresses, are “far more dissipated in their political tribalism and how they interact and respond with politics in this day and age”, something which he thinks Labour is “yet to grasp”. Though he insists it is not intentional, this versatility has had its admirers. Those who supported his leadership campaign held up Lewis as a figure who could unite the Corbyn left and the more moderate ‘social democrat’ wing of the party. As he tells me himself, he has always seen himself as an “independent thinker”, something which meant he occasionally came into conflict with the Corbyn administration.

In 2017, Lewis as shadow business secretary resigned from the shadow cabinet after voting against legislation which authorised Theresa May’s government to trigger Article 50, rebelling against Corbyn’s three-line whip in the process. This was not, however, the only time in which Lewis found himself at odds with the leadership. At the party conference in 2016, it was reported that Corbyn’s Director of Communications, Seamus Milne, made a last-minute alteration to Lewis’ speech. Lewis, who had been due to say that he “would not seek to change” Labour’s policy of Trident renewal, was told by post-it note just moments before speaking that he was instead to make it clear that, “our party has a policy for Trident renewal”. Supposedly, Lewis punched a wall in anger as soon as he came off stage. When I ask about the nature of his relationship with the Corbyn inner circle, Lewis is careful to avoid going into detail, revealing, “I had my experiences with them, some positive, some of them negative, but I couldn’t tell you whether they would have been worse under consecutive different leaders.” If you were being cynical, you might describe this as a vintage politician’s answer. “What I do know”, he says, “is that there was a perception that there was a problem… Now whether that was true or not, that perception was there, and that perception was damaging in itself.” Again, which pew Clive?

Looking for answers, I ask about his leadership campaign, in which Lewis pushed for, amongst other things, increased democratisation of the Labour Party, significant reform to the electoral system, and a referendum on the monarchy. These are certainly policies which members not yet ready to say goodbye to ‘Project Corbyn’ might have been able to stomach, but Lewis struggled to garner the 22 nominations from Labour MPs necessary and withdrew from the race shortly before the nomination deadline. I ask him if he regrets throwing his hat in the ring, but he insists he considers the experience worthwhile; “Someone said to me, you don’t lose, you learn, and I certainly learnt a lot.” As he speaks, I can’t help but picture a football manager insisting that ‘lessons have been learnt’ after an 8-0 defeat, but Lewis is clear he believes that his contribution was a significant one. “I think people run not for the glory of leadership, they do it because they think they have something to offer which can actually make people’s lives better and their party win, and I believe that I had something as well, and I tried to say that in the week and a half that I had.”

There are some members of the House of Commons who might arch an honourable eyebrow at these professions of humility. While ‘glory’ may not be the primary reason many candidates decide to run for the leadership of a political party, there is undeniably a degree of ego involved. In fact, some might argue that it is an essential ingredient of any successful leader, yet Lewis has at times been seen as someone who is a little too eager for the spotlight, a perception which his unlikely leadership campaign will hardly have dispelled. After his shadow cabinet resignation in 2017, in which there was heavy media focus on his decision, one Tory MP wondered whether Lewis had even only put a suit on especially. Are these accusations fair or is Lewis in fact perfectly content with the life of a backbench MP? “As regards to not finding yourself on the front bench, or in a job you want to do, then you inevitably are on the backbenches, but you know, I think the backbenches are desperately underrated… I don’t think being on the backbenches is something that anyone should scorn,” he says, not totally convincingly.

Figures in the Labour Party like David Lammy have become known for their powerful backbench speeches, which often go viral on social media, but it’s hard to see Lewis comfortably occupying a similar role. Anyway, given the size of the Conservative majority (80 seats), Lewis thinks parliament may have a smaller role to play in terms of effective opposition to this government: “I think so much of what’s going to happen now is going to be outside of Parliament, in terms of activity, in terms of campaigns, in terms of movements, it’s very difficult as an opposition when the Tories have an 80 seat majority to be able to hold them to account.”

Lewis uses the terms ‘movement’ and ‘party’ interchangeably throughout the interview. This equivocation of the two is something which has had its share of critics – writing after the election defeat, Guardian columnist Jonathan Freedland argued that this confusion represented a fatal flaw in Labour’s strategy: “[a political party is] not a pressure group that exists to open the Overton window a little wider. Its purpose is to win and exercise power in the here and now. It is either a plausible vehicle for government or it is nothing.” Lewis has a very different attitude to these issues of power and government. Towards the end of the interview, he tells me that “out of the last 21 elections, we’ve won 8 of them, but arguably the only one where we were both in power and in government was in 1945, when we actually changed the framework of the economy in a fundamental way.” Would he not include Blair’s first landslide victory? “1997 was not a 1945 moment, it was not where we fundamentally rewrote the rules of the British economy and society. Why do you think Murdoch was happy with Blair for so many years? We didn’t take on that neoliberal global economic order.”

As the interview wraps up, we go through the customary routine of awkwardly thanking each other, but then he adds, “I hope you can turn that into something which doesn’t get me shot.” It’s an odd thing to say and I’m not sure quite how to respond, so I just shout, “Of course not!” a little too loudly. I don’t quite understand who he thinks would be doing the shooting, but I decide not to ask further. Besides, my panini is getting cold.

Preview: RENT

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I wouldn’t consider myself the biggest fan of the 2005 film RENT. I know, I know – I’m a bad musical theatre fan. But I tried to be open minded as I went to see a preview of the seventh week performance of RENT by St Catz Drama Society.  As rehearsals began, I questioned what on earth I’d come to see – the cast were making elephants with their bodies (an image I hope the marketing team will exploit to its full potential). Was it some bizarre crewdate – rushing to touch the wall but with no shoe-ing to follow? Fortunately, it turned out that Cydney Beech, the director, was just leading some rambunctious warm-ups. 

The cast is skilled and well chosen, bringing dimension to roles which are easy to play as superficial stereotypes. Lucy Jones, as Mimi, could bring chemistry to a duet with a brick wall. Maureen, played by Roisin McCallion, is rougher than anticipated – leading to a more nuanced characterisation. I only got a brief glimpse of Alex Waldman playing Angel but I want to steal his white heeled boots already. The ensemble are well-chosen and bounce off each other. Particularly, Grace Olusola, Luke Richardson and Martha Haslam stand out for all the right reasons.

Previously, I saw Patrick Cole as Amos in Chicago. There’s a stark shift in character here as he transforms into the angsty Roger but one thing stays the same – he does trauma remarkably well. He began ‘One Song Glory’ by asking “what’s the worst that can happen?” I immediately lowered my expectations, anticipating something under rehearsed. Instead, it is compelling and powerful. There are a few moments where pathos triggers slips in vocals but Nicholas Heymann (the musical director) explains this as a deliberate choice, claiming that the musical was designed to ‘ruin voices’ with a rock score. Hopefully this doesn’t occur for any of the cast! The vocal blends in big ensemble numbers are beautiful – casting was clearly effective here. Will I is a wonderful example of this. While the dynamics are still being toyed with (in I’ll Cover You (Reprise), the ensemble almost overwhelm Jack Whitney as Collins – so devoted to his craft that I was terrified he would burst a blood vessel), they’re promising.

I prefer this production’s version of La Vie Boheme to the official Broadway cast recording. It’s full of life, fresh, unafraid and bold – mostly due to Peter Todd’s fantastic vocals and charisma. The choreography (by Max Penrose) is clever and artful, even if it doesn’t fully translate to the rehearsal room. The set involves scaffolds and levels – while I saw the production on a flat stage, the sketches were certainly intriguing. If you’re a medical student, please go and see RENT – if the scaffolds go wrong, you might be needed. If you’re not a medical student – go anyway. It’s got passion, enthusiasm and a cracking cast.

‘Years in the Making’ – Arkells

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The name of Arkells’ newest single, ‘Years in the Making’, is somewhat appropriate considering that this is their first new release since 2018’s Rally Cry. Opening with trumpets, the tone is immediately set for what shapes up to be the most ‘hype song’ of Arkells’ songbook so far. With a strong beat and motivational lyrics- “so turn the lights down low/ Rolling up my sleeves/ Right now I’m in my zone/ Put your eyes on me/ I got the scars to show it didn’t come for free/ It’s been years in the making”- the song would be at home on any gym playlist.

Lead singer Max Kerman’s voice is both vulnerable and determined, at times carrying the song with barely any accompaniment as it ramps up to an explosion of sound in the chorus. A celebration of hard work, although the lyrics are fairly simple, it certainly gets the message across. My only criticism is that the lyrics are somewhat repetitive, lacking the honest, narrative style of some of their best works. That said, though, it’s hard to make judgement without knowing the rest of the album; the song has a very clear aim- to be motivational and catchy- which it achieves without a doubt.

The song appears to suggest a continued move away from gentle, more emotional songs such as ‘My Heart’s Always Yours’ in Morning Report (2016) to amplified, blood-pumping hits like ‘Relentless’ and ‘Eyes on the Prize’ in Rally Cry. This is possibly reflective of Arkells’ steady rise to fame: although still playing smaller venues in the UK, they are beginning to regularly fill arenas in their native Canada. With catchy hits (a particular favourite is ‘Leather Jacket’), a fantastic stage presence, and frequent charitable endeavours, it’s not hard to see why the rock band are so popular with fans across the world.

With almost unanimous praise across social media, the band look to be shaping up for (hopefully) another well-loved album. Their social media appears to show big things are coming – and I can’t wait to see what they create.

Review: Matisse Devenir

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Tucked away in the France’s Département Nord, the Musée Matisse might seem rather at odds with its provincial surroundings. Nevertheless, the gallery is a vibrant cultural centre and source of immense pride for the inhabitants of the Le Cateau-Cambrésis, who consider their fellow Catésien to be the greatest artist of the 20th Century. Indeed, Henri Matisse wrote “the North witnessed my birth; on its land I found my path,” and accordingly founded his own museum there at the end of his life. The museum returns this gesture to him by means of a temporary exhibition, Devenir Matisse, which explores the start of the artist’s career to celebrate his 150th birthday.


The exhibit opens on one of Matisse’s many periods of convalescence due to his health problems. The young 20 – year old clerk – who studied Law to satisfy his father – passed his time of illness with a paint box and discovered a strong passion: “Before, I liked nothing. From the moment I held the box of colours in my hands, I knew this was my life.”
This radical redirection of his life path is caught in the exactitude in his very first paintings, two Natures Mortes aux Livres (1890), which depict the books to which he had previously been dedicated.

The exhibition then leads us through a subsequent decade of artistic training, initially at the École Quentin-Latour before Matisse was directed to the Académie Julian in Paris to study beaux-arts. We discover Matisse’s zealous academic and anatomical focus through his various Nus Académiques, yet something of the artist’s later character already shines through, particularly in the series of voluptuously crayoned women, displayed in a smaller, auxiliary room. Leaving his hometown reflected the deviation from the norm that Matisse was already making with his art; he seemed to be finding his true sense of life and likeness in these less polished renderings. Matisse’s application to study beaux-arts in 1891 was refused for exactly this reason: a lack of idealism and a preference for realism in his depiction of the human body. He kept the study he had submitted for the rest of his life. An inscription in the bottom-left corner reads “This drawing was the object of a rejection on behalf of the Beaux-Arts.”

Matisse began to develop further his artistic duality as an élève libre in the classes of one of the Académie’s more open-minded professors, Gustave Moreau, who encouraged his students to explore the Louvre and copy its works in combination with practice out on the streets. Matisse painted the Parisian vie quotidienne with the same brush he used for studies of artistic masterpieces under his mentor. The exhibition, accordingly, juxtaposes lively sketch-like ink drawings of Parisian daily life with exercises in the copying of famous antique sculptures, including kouroi and the Venus de Medici.

Devenir Matisse subsequently examines his dialogue with the Old Masters – arguably the most telling element of the display. In a small room, de Heem’s la Desserte and a close to exact copy of it by Matisse, made in 1893, visually lead our gaze to the painting crowning the room: Matisse’s still life after Jan Davidsz de Heem’s “La Desserte,” (1915). The piece epitomises a shift from copying to creating: the axes organising de Heem’s original are still rendered, but Matisse gives new prominence to its contours. In this way, he obtains the liberty to render the objects of the picture in a more experiential fashion. This is Matisse at his most forward-looking.


The masterpiece, however, is a synthesis and culmination point of Henri Matisse’s experience with other artists that is anachronistically displayed in the exhibit; he started developing such a permeable yet re-interpretative attitude earlier than 1915. During the first years of the 20th century already, the artist seeks to confront himself with other painters and to develop his artistic personality through such contact, as he writes: “I never avoided the influence of others. I would have considered it to be cowardice, and a lack of sincerity towards myself. I believe the artist’s personality only develops and asserts itself through the struggles which it must suffer against other personalities.”

He thus went painting on Belle-Île, an island off the coast of Bretagne, seeking to experience first-hand Monet’s work previously realised there. Matisse also visited St-Tropez with his friend Signac, a key player in the pointillist movement, and moved closer to divisionist technique in his Luxe, Calme et Volupté of 1904. This piece is Matisse’s first explicit look beyond his formal artistic training.


The last room of the display represents the climax of Matisse’s interaction with other creators in his search for a tangible artistic nucleus, allowing the visitor a glimpse of what a Parisian avant-garde salon might have looked like: Gauguin, Manguin and Picasso, amongst others, are set side by side with Matisse, most notably two self-portraits of Picasso and Matisse, the comparison of which reveals a similar, revolutionary determination despite their obvious differences. We almost rediscover Henri Matisse in this last note of the exhibition, now in his full vigour and brilliance, announcing his work to come, be it his domestic sceneries ornate with motifs, his collages or feminine drawings.


Devenir Matisse, all in all, successfully traces Henri Matisse’s early evolution, casting light upon his artistic genius, open mind, polyvalence and deeply-anchored integrity. It also coordinates perfectly with the permanent collections, which highlight the latter part of his life and work and finish the story, in a sense. There was no better place than his hometown to unite such a rich and personal narrative from 31 museums worldwide, which substantiates the town’s claim to have given rise to the most brilliant artistic star of the 20th century.

Tories and Culture

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The election of a new conservative government begs the question of how British culture and the Arts will be affected. Close to a decade of Tory rule caused a sharp decline in the funding and support of art and culture throughout the nation, and it seems like it’s not getting any better.

In the past years there have been cuts amounting to nearly £400 million of local authority spending on culture and the arts since 2010, according to the County Councils Network. Almost 130 public libraries closed in the year 2017-2018 alone, and so did 64 museums between 2010 and 2017. Importantly, the government promoted a shift to an “American philanthropic-style” system: encouraging private endowment in return for advantages to cultural organisations, and pushed for privatisation of key services, which led to strikes at the National Gallery in 2015. Although councils received a large windfall in the budget preceding the election, the Conservative Manifesto only referred to ‘essential local services’ and did not specify their cultural responsibilities.

Perhaps a sign of worse to come is the erupting row over the funding of the BBC. The world’s oldest national broadcasting organisation relies on license fee payments which the government is seeking to undermine. Their most extreme proposal, decriminalising non-payment of the fee, would result in £200 million less spent on programmes. But it is unlikely this will occur, with the key battle being the negotiations over the cost of the fee beginning in 2022. Even a small change in the license fee could have drastic implications. The BBC already had to scrap free licences for all over-75s as non-payment would have put multiple TV channels and Radio 5 live at risk.

It is fairly clear the recent attacks on the BBC have had a political edge. No 10 has accused the organization of bias, making a case of Andrew Neil’s attack on Johnson for refusing to be interviewed. Worryingly, the absolute victory of Conservatives compounds the problem as they claim to have popular legitimacy to further undermine British cultural institutions.

Some point to Johnson’s legacy as Mayor of London to suggest otherwise. He presided over the 2012 Olympics, perhaps the most significant cultural event of the decade in the UK. Beyond getting stuck on zip-wires and rugby fouls against young children, Johnson has good form when it comes to sport as a keen tennis player. He seeks to convert this to policy, promising £550 million for a grassroots campaign to bring the 2030 World Cup to Britain. The image of sport as a force for national unity is hardly novel, but it is revealing. Unlike the arts, sport entails winners and losers as does politics. Hence, the vision of Johnson as the unbeatable popular politician (and less convincingly the ‘underdog’) being translated into a national sporting narrative. Much as the success of the 2012 Olympics fed into the myth of Johnson’s mayoralty (it was Ken Livingstone who launched the bid), footballing success could boost the image of Conservative governments to come. It is worth stressing that this path is well-trodden with little signs of success. In 2010, Cameron travelled to Zurich to launch a pitiful bid for the 2018 World Cup. Out-bribed by everyone else, the UK. was the first country knocked out. The move costed £21 million, minute compared to the billions the Qataris spent just to buy France’s vote. Despite the changes to Fifa’s corrupt set-up, it’s likely another bid would suffer the same fate. Perhaps the lesson for Johnson is that a zero-sum game is fun as long as you’re winning but torturous humiliation when this isn’t the case.

Perhaps a Conservative government’s stance on culture and the arts can be better gleaned through examining the writings of one of its most central figures, Dominic Cummings. He has attacked the tendency to elect leaders from ‘a subset of Oxbridge egomaniacs with Arts degrees’, and appeals to a vision of a technocratic state unleashed by recreating the environment of tech companies. Hence, in a government which seeks hyper-productivity, what is the role to play of art and culture? There remains an irony to Cummings’ assessment: he is a History graduate, Johnson is a Classics graduate, and there are only a handful of science graduates in the Cabinet. It is also worth noting that the education reforms he attempted to shoehorn in while an advisor to Michael Gove were more traditional than innovatory. Focusing on drumming in classic texts and increasing assessments. Most of the reforms were eventually dropped or diluted due to public outcry, they were condemned by Simon Schama, Carol Ann Duffy, Michael Rosen and academics from Oxford, among others.

Although there has been a constant subordination of cultural institutions under Conservative rule, some comfort can be found in politicians’ foibles and contradictions. The election of a figure so antithetical to cultural progress has already ignited a backlash. The number of volunteers in libraries and galleries has gone up and groups supporting artists from minority backgrounds have multiplied. Perhaps some hope can be found in the words of Brecht, a German who sought refuge from fascist ideology, who said: ‘In the dark times will there also be singing? Yes there will also be singing. About the dark times’.