Oscar Wilde and Sally Rooney: Parodying the Political
“Art is individualism, and individualism is a disturbing and disintegrating force. There lies its immense value,” argued Oscar Wilde in his 1891 essay, The Soul of the Man Under Socialism, which advocated a trailblazing vision of social and artistic equality. His libertarian, socialist philosoph
Superficial societies in transgressive fiction
Transgressive fiction isn’t well known for its depictions of decadence. The genre is defined by its focus on behaviour outside accepted moral norms, ranging from sexual impropriety and violence to extreme drug use and addiction. Transgressive fiction arranges elements of different genres, such as
Interview with Rebecca Salter
Lucy Thynne and Deputy Editor Claire Ion spoke to the first female President of the Royal Academy of Arts, Rebecca Salter, during the lockdown of early 2021. In this interview, they chat about keeping galleries afloat during the pandemic, moving to Japan as a young artist and what inspires her famou
On Jean Jones
Centered in Pembroke JCR’s Jean Jones exhibition, disrupting the otherwise conventional gallery layout, is a glass case containing an array of memorabilia. The case is unlabeled, and only a single exhibition leaflet from the 80s clues the viewer into the fact that these are all items from the arti
Mist
i. I say, I come from an island I am touched by salt, separated by straits, embraced by streams of motorcycle engines revving into side streets, the names of which I can no longer read. In Taiwan, we say the sun is going down a mountain when it sets. I have always known the […]
Giraffe
I see that today you look ever so sad, And your hands are so delicate, clasping your knees. Listen now – far, far away, by Lake Chad, A lone giraffe wanders, swaying in the breeze. God granted him poise and graceful, slow airs, And his fur is mottled with magical shapes, A pattern with [&he
(translated from French)
When we were finally dressed up fit for a Sunday, Elsi would drive us to the Auberge du Cheval Blanc, up to the French doors that mysteriously reflected the hill overlooking the hairpin bends of the road. I saw the bus appear over the horizon, the one which Maman had certainly taken. It slowly made
Simple Truths Simply Put
“El mundo cultural que articula la obra, tan distinto en problemática, historia y estructura, resulta en este caso intraducible.” “The cultural world the work articulates, so different in its problems, history, and structure, is in this case untranslatable.” So lament the edit