IT’S not often you think an art show should be mandatory viewing for Scotland’s creatives but the Irish Museum of Modern Art’s Self-Determination: A Global Perspective is one such.
SEEING as it just won the Booker Prize in the immediate aftermath of Dublin’s recent riots – and whilst I’m currently in the city – it seems opportune to talk about Paul Lynch’s new novel.
THIS is a story from the past of relevance to the great issues of today – the fates of Ukraine and Israel and how, as Balint puts it: “Holocaust memory becomes an object of realpolitik.”
GENIUS or lunatic? The great German film director is renowned for his delivery – that hypnotic voice with its deliberately slow Bavarian cadences, a hangdog face as deadpan as Buster Keaton’s.
BILLY Connolly begins his new book by telling us that as a kid, he “felt like an outsider”.
HILARY Mantel’s death a little more than a year ago deprived us of a writer seemingly at the peak of her powers.
FOR your eyes only. Is there anything more to learn or say about Ian Fleming that has not been well-told already?
ANN Wroe is the long-time obituarist for The Economist. She’s written one a week for more than two decades.
DESPITE the despair and horror of the world around us, we appear to be living through a golden age of Scottish memoir as evidenced by recent works by Carl MacDougall, John Niven and Don Paterson.
WE’RE in Marilyn Monroe’s bedroom with one Freddy Otash – ex-cop, ex-PI – as he spies for union boss, Jimmy Hoffa.
