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Arts Politics

Disgraceful inaction over religious extremism

I’ve just put up over on Blogcritics an article about the closure of an art exhibition in London after attacks on paintings by Maqbool Fida Hussain, a 90-year-old, the “Picasso of India”, who has been targetered in recent years by Hindu extremists.

A major exhibition, by an important international artist, has been forced to close by probably a handful of people. And hardly anyone seems to have noticed. This simply isn’t good enough, from the media, from Asia House, from the artistic community, from London itself.

Very sad.

Books

Note to expatriate Australians

… trying from memory, or from imaginative reconstruction, to sound like a “Tru-Blu Ozzie” is a bad move. As in the case of Clive James writing on AD Hope in The Times Literary Supplement:

(Used as a noun, the word “rissole” denotes a kind of proto-hamburger, but used as a verb – as in “Strewth, we’ve rissoled the Holden” – the same word means that the machinery has ceased to work.)

It would work really well in comedy, but as literary criticism ’tis a little lacking in verisimilitude.

Books Environmental politics

A tale of the end of 20th-century hopes

Far too many writers with hopes of being labelled “literary” believe achieving that status requires them to pile in the adjectives and adverbs, to describe their hero’s every twitch and turn, the leaf of every tree she sits under, the state of every cloud above. Such writers should be sentenced to read Everyman’s Rules for Scientific Living, the Orange Prize-shortlisted first novel of the Australian Carrie Tiffany.

“Spare”, “sparse”, “laconic” are the adjectives that might be applied to this account of one woman’s life in the Victoria Mallee, a wheat-growing that suffered the same fate as the American dustbowl states. As a veteran of the Australian bush, I can confirm that no form of expression could be more apt; words are mere occasional punctuation of a real bushies’ silence.

Yet sparse doesn’t mean thin; all of Australia’s 20th-century history is here – the struggle to find a workable relationship with an ancient continent, to come to terms with its place in Asia, two world wars, the Depression, stories that are indeed not just Australian, but universal.

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Books Women's history

A chronicler for Zenobia

Zenobia, who from her desert stronghold in Palmyra challenged and held out against the might of the Roman empire, is one of the great queens of history. Yet the fact that she was on the side of “East” rather than “West”, that she was female, that her “country” no longer exists means she’s not received the attention she deserved.

It was Antonia Fraser in The Warrior Queens who first brought her to attention of English-speaking readers, but surprisingly little has been written on her since then. A search of Amazon reveals no more than half a dozen significant factual and fictional treatments. So, having visited Palmyra and soaked up its glorious atmosphere, I was delighted to sit down with Judith Weingarten’s The Rebel Queen, billed as Volume One of “The Chronicle of Zenobia”.

The author is a veteran archaeologist, with many professional publications to her credit, and the depth of her knowledge is clear from the early pages of the book, as we meet its central character, Simon, a Jewish boy who will grow up to serve the young king Odenathus, who married the young Zenobia in the multicultural city. Odenathus was bred to rule in the caravan city that is part of the Roman empire, but not subject to it, bred to be a warrior in an unstable border region facing the threat of the Persians.

Weingarten writes as one intimately familiar with the cities of the eastern empire that she’s describing:

The little town of Nazala … had an ornate caravanserai with a fine facing of polished stone, and its entrance blocks were carved with whorls of plant tendreal… A busy market with shops and stalls ran around all four sides … Covered booths sold rolls of gaily-dyed cloths and embroidered belts, or tiny glass bottles filled with magic waves of coloured liquids that never mixed .. We stayed that night … stuffing ourselves on pickled fish flavoured with sesame oil and harlic, skewered goat’s meat and a special smoked dumpling that was only made in Nazala.”

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Arts History

I’m sitting on my urge to scoff

The Guardian reports:

The British Museum has become the first national museum in the world to throw open its doors to a television gameshow. Codex, due next winter on Channel 4, is filmed in the galleries and Great Court, with a code-breaking finale in the Round Room, the former British Library reading room where Karl Marx and George Bernard Shaw pored over their papers.Already TV companies and museums around the world are watching with interest. The executive producer of the series, Roy Ackerman, said yesterday: “Our dream is to move on to conquer the Louvre, the Cairo museum, the Smithsonian.”

Well … whatever gets in new visitors – particularly of the non-traditional sort. And it does sound like there is some sort of intellectual content.

Can you hear me convincing myself?

Theatre

The words of 472BC are all too fresh

Aeschylus’s The Persians is commonly described as “the world’s oldest surviving play”. Here we have a group of councillors and wives of warriors, waiting anxiously for news about a great empire’s foreign adventure against a minor border enemy – a pesky little bunch of Hellenes that the ruler was sure could be cruches once and for all, thus avenging a surprise defeat suffered by his father.

This script from 472BC could, in 2006, hardly be more topical. Yet George Eugeniou’s production at the Theatro Technis in Camden resists the temptation to draw direct parallels. Instead here we have a highly classically presented production,

I’ve just put up a review on My London Your London.