My favoured form of creative sustenance is visual art, particularly modern art. Perhaps this is because images invite the viewer to create their own narrative where one may not already be explicit. Or perhaps it’s because the innate silence of an image absolves one, if only briefly, of the need to clothe an idea with words. Read more →
Following one quick command, his troops in an instant slaughtered my brave beige remnant. Even some of his previously slain battlers were able to rise up again to fight, because, said my six-year-old general, they had the Force with them. Perhaps, this is the manner in which growing hearts and minds are shaped. Once again, might made right!
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For the first half, Theresa Rebeck's Seminar, set on an exclusive creative writing course, is an episode of Friends with literary dressing. In the second half, it becomes more assured as Roger Allam's withering tutor takes centre stage. Read more →