Sharper Than a Serpent’s Tooth: Spare Review
‘There is just as much truth in what I remember and how I remember it as there is in so-called objective fact’.[1] Barely a couple of pages in, Prince Harry’s memoir Spare makes it clear that we are about to receive a deeply personal memoir – highlighting the depth of his rift with the R
Artist of the Week: Phoebe Holmes-Simeon
Phoebe Holmes-Simeon, also known as Phoebe Blue, is a singer, songwriter, bassist, and composer. Tell us a bit about yourself. I’m a first-year Classicist studying at Balliol. I mainly sing and play electric bass, but I write and produce music both for myself and other musicians too. I was kee
The Isis Interviews Robert Bristow
I’m sitting under two huge portraits of Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton, waiting to speak to Robert Bristow, theatre manager of the Burton Taylor studio. This is the space which serves all of Oxford’s budding dramatists, donated by Richard Burton, who performed at the Playhouse as a student.
Review: Entertaining Mr Sloane
As I take my ringside seat in the Burton Taylor Studio, I get the sense that I am about to witness a fight. The setting of chintzy sofas, ceramic lamps, and plated crumpets – the picture of dreary 1960s domesticity – seems an unlikely place for a brawl. But ‘My Generation’ by The Who crackle
Artist of the Week: Joni Brown
Joni Brown is a visual artist. Tell us a bit about yourself. I’m a first-year student at LMH, studying Fine Art at the Ruskin School of Art. Previously to university I took a foundation year in Art and Design, specialising in Fine Art, and spent a lot of my time walking the Coast Path of [&hel
What’s Left Unsaid
“One million women in France have abortions every year,” the Manifesto of the 343 begins. “Condemned to secrecy, they do so in dangerous conditions. Society is silencing these millions of women. I declare that I am one of them. I declare that I have had an abortion.” I first read these words
Artist of the Week: Max Morgan
Max Morgan is a writer and director. Tell us a bit about yourself. I’m a second year at Christ Church where I study English. Since arriving at Oxford I’ve ADed two plays and directed Jez Butterworth’s Mojo and Fêtid, both produced through Nocturne Productions which I co-founded
Dormitory
Vogel frequently lies down. He listens to the other deposits of sound in his building spring to life and exhaust themselves. If there were often pockets of momentary turmoil erupting here and there – in the corridors or the plumbing – they go out too soon to take permanent shape. When alone, and
That Day, the Tree
And I watered it in fears. William Blake, ‘A Poison Tree’ Strange, they said. There she goes, whispering of smashed wood, split faces. Going to the oak again? Old Hannah, mad Hannah, who does not look us in the eye. “It
