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Theatre

Funny, but they’re old jokes

Over on My London Your London I’ve a review of Whipping It Up, a new political farce by Steve Thompson. It is entertaining, but very light – perhaps fittingly since the scenario starts with David Cameron in power in 2008 – albeit with a majority of three. Ticket sales are guaranteed by the presence of Richard Wilson from the television show One Foot In The Grave.

Books

How to be a Nobel Peace Prize-winner

What does it take to be a Nobel Peace Prize winner? The individual winners are a diverse lot, but having read some of the words of Nelson Mandela and the most recent winner Muhammad Yunus, and just completed the autobiography of Shirin Ebadi, Iran Awakening, it seems there is one unifying factor, a clarity of vision that enables these exceptional individuals to understand their own actions, and the workings of their society. That’s combined with a certain pig-headed determination to effect change, and the courage to maintain that even in the face of death.

That makes them sound almost inhumanly perfect, but Ebadi’s book is a very human text, if unusually honest for an autobiography, for, you feel she insists on always being honest with herself. She’d be a loyal, but uncomfortable, friend – always able to see through her compatriots’ self-deceptions, and her own.

Ebadi’s tale is also that of Iran – and particularly of its women. She writes of her mother – a bright woman prevented in the 1940s from attending courage by marriage, obediently in love with her husband, yet also consumed by inner demons that emerged as paranoic fear. So it was her father who was the chief shaper of her life – and he was, she says “as unpatriarchal as could be imagined, for his time”. Crucially, he treated her and her brother as equals, to the astonishment of their servants.

It was not until I was much older that I realized how gender equality was impressed on me first and foremost at home, by example. It was only when I surveyed my own sense of place in the world from an adult perspective that I saw how my upbringing spared me from the low self-esteem and learned dependence that I observed in women reared in more traditional homes. My father’s chapioning of my independence, from the play yard to my later decision to become a judge, instilled a confidence in me that I never felt consciously, but later came to regard as my most valued inheritance.”

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Books History

‘I snore..as a horse dothe’

Well not me personally – I sleep (oddly and somewhat uncomfortably) on my stomach, so I don’t think that I do, but the quote just appeals to me in its blunt honesty.

It is from Jehan’s Palsgrave 1530 Lesclarcissement de la langue françoyse. My source is the delightful Oxford English Dictionary email word of the day, which you can also get as an RSS feed.

And being the OED you’re bound to learn at least new usages, if not new words. (They seem generally not to be going for the wholly obscure.)

But I didn’t know that a boat could snore …

c. Of a ship, etc.: To move or cut through the water with a roaring sound; to sail or travel quickly. Chiefly Sc

e.g.From Cupples, George, The green hand; or, the naval lieutenant 1856, p36 “The pilot-boat snoring off close-hauled to windward.”

Books

Listen in to Gleebooks

A Sydney institution that was at least as responsible for my education as any university, Gleebooks, started as a rambling, dusty secondhand shop on Glebe Point Road. (It now seems to make most of its money from the new book store, although it still has a secondhand branch. It doesn’t seem as exciting as it once did, but that’s probably because I’ve changed rather than because it has.)

And now it is usefully on the web, with streaming audio of its talks by authors. One to check back on…

Hat-tip to Personal Political.

Books Early modern history

Diane Purkiss’s English Civil War

There’s a traditional way of telling the story of the English Civil War. On one side there’s the King, haughty and distant, on the other Sir Thomas Fairfax and Oliver Cromwell, the aristocratic general and the political mastermind. They move their men — and it is always the men who get talked about — around the map of England as though they were pieces on the chessboard, but the Commonwealth ultimately has the better strategy, and so finally knocks off the king’s head.

That isn’t the Dianne Purkiss’s Civil War. In her “people’s history”, the war is messy and confused; decisions are made not by careful calculation and planning but by emotional impulse and irrational passion. It is not as comfortable and convenient to handle as the traditional histories, but I’ve no doubt it is far more true to the reality.

One excellent aspect of the story is that the women – half or more of the population — are returned to the cities, the battlefields, in the depths of the palace intrigues, having active parts. I’ve noted elsewhere the fascinating account of the spy and nurse Elizabeth Alkin (Parliament Joan), and there’s also the woman we know only as “Mary the scout”, who was personally rewarded for her work by Fairfax after the fall of Taunton. (p.507)
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Theatre

Boys’ games

Over on My London Your London I’ve a new reviewer, welcome Robert!, who had something of a baptism of fire at the Baron’s Court Theatre with what sounds like a pretty radical, but pretty good, show. Not for the delicate of sensibility, however.