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Paul Wood on the
crumbling caliphate
WAR AND
PEACE IS JUST
LIKE DOWNTON
JAMES
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established 1828
THE WEEK
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Leading article
10 Desperate state
Isis is losing territory
and recruits
Paul Wood
BOOKS
26 Timothy Snyder The Gates of
Europe, by Serhii Plokhy
11 Fiona Wilson
Abide with Me: a poem
14 The Isis executioner and me
Did I provoke the new Jihadi John?
Douglas Murray
16 Rwandas new tragedy
An aid-funded slide to dictatorship
Michela Wrong
19 Sticking to his guns
Arguments with my Texan uncle
Leah McLaren
20 The painful truth for Ruth
Scots just wont vote for Davidson
Alex Massie
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LIFE
ARTS
33 Martin Gayford
A short history of statue-toppling
LIFE
45 High life Taki
Low life Jeremy Clarke
34 Museums
The V&As new Europe galleries
Stephen Bayley
36 Cinema Room
Deborah Ross
AND FINALLY . . .
42 Notes on Cirencester
Daisy Dunn
51 Crossword Columba
Mary Killen
54 Food Tanya Gold
Mind your language
Dot Wordsworth
CONTRIBUTORS
Michela Wrong, who writes
about Rwanda on p. 16, has
reported from across Africa.
Her books include In the
Footsteps of Mr Kurtz,
Its Our Turn to Eat and, most
recently, Borderlines, a thriller.
Cosmo Landesman
was one of the founders of
Modern Review and is the
author of a memoir, Starstruck.
On p. 22, he writes about
meeting a transsexual on a bus.
Home
avid Cameron, the Prime Minister,
decided to allow ministers to campaign
for either side in the referendum on
membership of the European Union, once
his negotiations had been concluded on
Britains relationship with the EU. The
government said it was commissioning
13,000 houses to be built by small builders
on public land made available with planning
permission. Junior doctors decided to go
on strike after all, starting with a day next
week, after talks between the government
and the British Medical Association broke
down. In an extraordinarily drawn-out
reshuffle, Jeremy Corbyn, the leader of the
Labour party, replaced Michael Dugher as
shadow culture secretary with Maria Eagle,
who was replaced at defence by the Tridenthating Emily Thornberry. Pat McFadden
was sacked as Europe spokesman. Hilary
Benn was left as shadow foreign secretary in
an uneasy truce.
Abroad
audi Arabia beheaded 47 people
on the same day, including the man
who had shot dead Simon Cumbers, a
BBC cameraman, and wounded Frank
Gardner, the BBC correspondent, in 2004.
But it was the execution of Sheikh Nimr
al-Nimr, a prominent Shia cleric, that
caused an international crisis. In Tehran,
a crowd attacked the Saudi embassy and
Saudi Arabia expelled Iranian diplomats.
Saudi allies such as the United Arab
Emirates, Kuwait and Bahrain backed it
diplomatically. Saudi Arabia severed air
links with Iran but said that Iranian pilgrims
would still be able to make the hajj. The
991ft Address Downtown hotel in Dubai
was engulfed in fire, injuring 15 people.
Amanda Foreman
POLITICS|JAMES FORSYTH
Charles Moore
Desperate state
Disillusioned Islamic State recruits are deserting the bloodthirsty terror group as it loses territory
PAUL WOOD
Abide with Me
Was our first date really a boxers funeral?
You in pitch, me in blackall in all
a noirish affair, how we felt so at home
with those lump-faced men,
the mourners wrapped in silk and onyx
watches, their Stygian raincoats
soaked. And did their tears
heave a river,
a torrent, down Amsterdam
as the organ struck up the Eventide hymn
and something deepened,
and something deepened,
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Did my taunt drive Abu Rumaysah to become the new Jihadi John?
The outsiders
DOUGLAS MURRAY
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MATTHEW PARRIS
t has been over a month since Parliament voted to bomb Isis in Syria, yet in
that time there have been fewer raids
than there are Lib Dem MPs. A flurry of
three attacks took place immediately following the vote on 1 December, but since then
there has been only one by an unmanned
Reaper drone on Christmas Day. And even
that only probably killed some Isis guards at
a checkpoint. The three earlier manned missions had focused on an oil field that a US
military spokesman later described as having
previously suffered long-term incapacitation
at the hands of the US air force. Presumably
the facility had already been blasted to smithereens and the RAF (perhaps to justify the
Defence Secretary Michael Fallons claim
that Britain was really upping the tempo in
Syria) was invited in for a celebratory kick:
late to the party, late to the fight, and bombing bomb sites. The British Lion roars again.
To critics like me of Britains participation,
the I told you sos will come easily, of course.
But that isnt my point here. I want to suggest
how David Cameron might have presented
his case better, proofing himself against the
sneers of such as I. He could just have told the
truth. The honest case for Britains joining the
scrap in Syria was a fairly decent one.
The honest case for Britains joining the
US-led invasion of Iraq was quite strong, too.
And the honest case for holding a referendum on our membership of the European
Union, and for recommending a stay vote
when the referendum comes, is also mildly
persuasive. But in all three examples a sitting
prime minister has hyped up the justification
in a perfectly unnecessary way, strained honesty, strained credulity and risked simply irritating citizens (and commentators) who could
see all along what the real justifications were,
who were persuadable, and who might have
accepted an unassuming argument where
they rejected the overblown one.
Let us take those three examples in turn,
starting with the Iraq war. There was certainly
an argument for our joining the US-led coalition to topple Saddam Hussein. A monster
and a mass murderer, he was entirely capable of turning on his neighbours or their allies,
and was arming his country to the teeth. It
seemed very possible that he was developing
weapons of mass destruction and (given his
use of poison gas on the Kurds) equally possible that even if he had not yet done so, he
would soon, and secretly.
The Americans probably realised that evidence for actual WMD was patchy and speculative; our own government certainly did
or they would not have gone to such painful
lengths to sex it up. Tony Blair may be truthful when he says he unreservedly believed
all this; but if so he was surely conscious that
a leap was needed between what he could
prove and what he believed.
Just as compelling to him was the need he
perceived for Britain to be good allies to our
best friend in the world, upon whom we ultimately depended for our own security. So if
the WMD evidence was finely balanced, Brit-
ever lighthearted, my African political exile friend sounded particularly lugubrious on the line from
Washington. His voice was low and pensive.
For the past few months, he said, hed been
hearing of plans hatched by the regime back
home for his assassination. They are very
gruesome, very gruesome indeed.
It was not the first time. In the past hed
always passed the details on to the FBI,
which had also called him up several times
when they thought he was in danger. This
time he hadnt bothered. I always ask them:
What are you doing to protect me? and
they say, Well, if you see anything suspicious, call 911. Ive come to the conclusion
that the people here, or the people in your
place, honestly dont care about our lives.
Ive had similar conversations with rather too many of his haunted fellow nationals,
dissidents convinced that fleeing the country of their birth has done little to guarantee protection from an African government
they dared to challenge. Whats chilling is
that the nation concerned is not some oil
or diamond giant whose wealth allows it
to arrogantly defy international opprobrium, some drug-trafficking republic run by a
crazed general. This is no failed state, torn
apart by warring militias.
No, its orderly little Rwanda, the ultimate donor darling, and a government that
relies on western aid for nearly 40 per cent
of its operating budget, much of it provided by the United States and United Kingdom. Its president, Paul Kagame, hobnobs
with the likes of Bill Gates, Bill Clinton and
the Blairs Tony advises him on governance and Cherie recently defended his spy
chief on war crimes charges in a British
court. Kagame so impressed the organisers in Davos that Kigali is due to host the
African edition of the World Economic
Forum in May.
You might think the intimacy of that relationship would grant western officials some
leverage on behalf of the likes of Theogene Rudasingwa, founding member of the
Rwanda National Congress (RNC) party,
who shared his concerns over the phone.
Or that Kagames regime might think twice
before embarrassing its western sponsors.
Youd be wrong.
As the man who has run the country
since a genocide perpetrated by the late
Juvnal Habyarimanas forces shows signs
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Church service
From A Mobilisation of the Church,
The Spectator, 8 January 1916: Suppose
the Church were mobilised so that the
majority of the younger clergy and all
the ordinands were set free for service
in the Army, the situation at the end of
the war might be very different from that
which we have been anticipating. There
is no life more intimate than that of the
barrack-room. There is no life where the
essential characters of men are so fully
revealed as the life of the trench. Those
of the combatant clergy who returned
from the war would know all that was
worth knowing of the characters of
ordinary menWith such men as clergy
a new era might dawn for the Church in
this land, and the Kingdom of Heaven be
brought very nigh.
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inority sects are often more interesting, and more colourful, than
their more popular rivals. That must
explain why the Scottish Tories continue to
be the subject of so much fascination. Barely
a month passes without someone, somewhere, asking if this at long last is the
moment for a Scottish Tory revival. Spoiler
alert: it never is.
Logic says that at this years Scottish parliament elections, things should be different. It is generally agreed that Ruth
Davidson, the party leader in Scotland,
had a good independence referendum;
generally agreed, too, that after Nicola
Sturgeon, she might be the most impressive politician in Scotland. This might be
reckoned a low bar to clear; it remains the
case that Davidson is the first Tory in a
generation who can even think of clearing
it. Everyone loves Ruth; very few people
will vote for her. This has consequences,
not least since the Union needs a Tory
revival in Scotland (and a Labour revival
in England).
In theory, the votes are there for
Davidson. Nearly 700,000 Scots based
their no vote in the referendum on their
attachment to the Union. They might
have had concerns about unanswered
economic questions too, but their primary
motivation was their sense of themselves
as being British as well as Scottish. Most
of them would have voted no even if
they believed the SNPs promise of jam and
unicorns for all. These, then, are the unionist ultras upon whom Davidson is relying in
May. If they wont vote Tory, who will?
Anecdotally, some of them will. Labours
commitment to the Union is palpably weakening and there are some former Labour
voters who are now prepared to back the last
remaining unimpeachably unionist party.
Nevertheless, the electoral mathematics are
unforgiving: the SNP continues to poll at
50 per cent and a divided unionist opposition is likely to be routed on polling day.
The pollsters are divided on the Tories.
YouGov and Ipsos MORI predict a Tory
recovery (that is, they think the Conservatives might win 18 per cent of the vote in
May); Survation and TNS find no evidence
of this, insisting that the Tory vote amounts
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to no more than 12 per cent of the electorate. The pollsters cannot explain this difference and they cannot all be right.
As recently as 1992, the Tories won 25 per
cent of the vote in Scotland. That amounted to 750,000 voters. Even when, five years
later, they lost their last 11 Scottish seats,
they still managed to take 17.5 per cent of
the vote. At no election since, whether it
be for Westminster or the Scottish parlia-
HUGO RIFKIND
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smile, that made me wonder: was he just having some fun with me? Here was his chance
to make the guy in the suit sweat a little. And
then I felt his leg move and snuggle up to
mine. We were now joined at the knee.
No doubt he expected to have me dashing
and screaming for the exit. But some modicum of pride inside me wanted to fight back.
I felt like saying to him: Madam, I have news
for you this is one uptight straight guy who
doesnt scare so easily! After all, in the 1970s
I lived for a short time in the gay district of
San Francisco, where every form of sexual
lifestyle known to man or beast coexisted.
This was the pre-Aids era when gays were
fearless, flamboyant, in-your-face and upyour-arse American faggots, as they called
themselves; not your domesticated, bourgeois
gays of today. Youre going to have to try a lot
harder to freak out this heterosexual!
Then he put his hand on mine. OK, that
did it. Off went my internal alarm: Mayday!
Mayday! I was about to get up and get off the
bus and walk the next three stops in the rain
when I thought: its just a hand. Stay calm.
But what do you say to a black transgender
stranger in such a situation without causing
offence? Excuse me, sir err, I mean madam,
can I please have my hand back? Would he
think I was a racist? Or trans phobic? Or
maybe both?
I started to babble on about how white my
hand was and what an interesting collection
of rings he had. There followed a competition
to see who would remove their hand last. Im
proud to say I won.
The funny thing is that earlier that evening I had been on a date with a woman I had
never met before but had been fixed up with
by an expensive dating agency. She spent the
time talking to me about the horrors of her
ex-husband and showing me pictures of her
children, her home and her horse. It was dull.
My new friend spent the rest of journey
showing me pictures of himself in various
wigs and outfits and then pics of Angelina
Jolie, Rihanna and Madonna while providing
funny comments on each one. We discussed
favourite films and singers. And he told me
his mother never speaks to him: But thats
OK, I have many nice friends. I had more in
common with him than my earlier date.
Then he stood up and said, It was a pleasure to have met you, and off he went into the
rainy night. I was sorry to see him go.
Rugby and
Ampleforth schools have decided
to give their charges experience of
sensible drinking by introducing
a little alcohol, under close staff
supervision, at dinner. But, as Plato
realised, what they actually need is
experience of senseless drinking.
Platos last work, Laws (c. 350 bc),
depicts a new utopia, quite unlike
that of the Republic with its
philosopher-kings. Called Magnesia,
it lays down a detailed code of laws
which its inhabitants must obey
without question because the code
will inculcate moral goodness. A
key feature of that is self-control,
which the speaker (the Athenian)
proposes to achieve by means of
symposia, or drinking parties. For, as
the Athenian avers, Drunkenness
is a science of some importance
and I am not speaking about taking
or abstaining from wine: I do mean
drunkenness.
Plato spoke whereof he knew.
Symposia had a nasty habit of turning
into drunken riots, the symposiasts
rampaging through the streets in
public displays of their excitingly
daredevil defiance of conventional
behaviour. What Plato was suggesting
was that pupils under the influence of
drink gave their teachers invaluable
insights into their characters,
especially their capacity to exert
self-control or not. By putting pupils
into situations where this capacity
was tested to the limit, teachers
could train them, by encouragement,
threats and indeed by their own
example, to become aware of their
limits, resist temptation and so learn
moderation. Since education for
Plato was essentially a matter of
training people in moral behaviour,
symposia could therefore be used
as a means of developing that selfawareness without which true virtue
could never be attained. Drinking,
properly regulated, thus became a
means of safeguarding oneself against
depravity.
Rugby and Ampleforth,
meanwhile, are merely offering
pupils something they probably
get at home already. What
conceivable educational value is there
in that?
Peter Jones
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Sir: It will be news to many of those who
served with, or under the command of, the
late Field Marshall Sir Nigel Bagnall that his
nickname when out of earshot was Baggie
(Drink, 2 January). Throughout the army he
was referred to as Ginge, on account of his
hair. This is also borne out by the existence
of an unofficial thinktank he convened aside
from the chain of command, but reaching
down a rank level or two to encourage
talent for the future. It was known as the
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Sir Nick Macpherson) and a couple of eyecatching foreign regulators. But if the Chancellor doesnt want us to think hes gone soft
on bankers, why doesnt he confirm Tracey
McDermott in post without further delay?
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BOOKS
an communists, who took pride in the industry of the southeast. The Soviet leaders who
arose from the linguistically mixed Ukrainian southeast, Khrushchev and Brezhnev,
maintained patron-client relationships that
were the cement of the Soviet Union. Gorbachev managed to offend both groups,
and brought them together. When the
time came in 1991, more than 90 per cent
of the inhabitants of Ukraine, including a
majority in the Donbas and Crimea, voted
for independence.
In a relatively brief history such as this
one, certain major themes will escape.
A reader seeking a fair account of the
ethnic cleansing of Poles from Volhynia by
Ukrainian nationalists will be disappointed,
as will one seeking a social history of Jewish life and death in Ukraine. The events of
the second world war are narrated at speed,
and without connection to the larger argument. Nevertheless, the basic point is made.
The story of Ukraines emergence, as territory and society, has much more to do with
unity, first economic and then political, of
the three belts of territory already identified by Herodotus. This interpretation
leaves room for debate about just when
a Ukrainian nation arose. The national
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couched in historical detail, which, like that
journey of Achilles, bridges the known and
the unknown.
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met near a tributary of the Amur to delineate the land border between the fledgling
Russian and Manchu empires. The Treaty of Nerchinsk, Chinas first with a western power, allowed the Kangxi emperor to
lay the foundations of a Chinese empire
unmatched in reach before or since. Crucially, it was negotiated with strict equality in
contrast to the unequal treaties humiliatingly forced on the crumbling Qing dynasty by European powers two centuries later.
Even though Russia went on to grab an area
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Germany combined during the height of
its imperial expansion, Ziegler argues that
Nerchinsk tempers relations between the
two powers to this day.
In truth, Russias annexation of Outer
Manchuria in 185860 was only matched
for sheer egregiousness by Japans incursion
into Manchuria 70-odd years later. Under
Tsar Nicolas I, the Amur River came to be
seen as a site for national redemption a
repository for national myth-making akin to
western Europes New World fantasies. The
Amur was Russias Mississippi, the region
its very own Wild East. Russians looked
out at Siberia and saw America, says Ziegler. Beijing may not condemn Moscow for
its historical actions, but the fear haunting
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it lost.
Todays anxious inhabitants are the
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bravura performance and a perfectly serious engagement with such notions as original sin which preoccupied Hopkins.
Meanwhile, publication of Hopkinss surviving papers had shown him very much a
man buffeted, and stimulated, by the crosscurrents of his times even when in apparent retreat from them (less than charitable
comments about Gladstone are dwarfed by
an account of the French face). And now, a
century after that first slim volume, everything is being reconfigured into eight stately volumes of the Oxford English Texts. If
this one looks expensive, it is cheaper than
some secondhand copies of the earlier edition and, indeed, the parallel volumes
of his often debonair letters (his shoemakers are murderers by inches) have
quickly gone into a third printing.
The journal follows a similar trajectory
to the letters: from a comfortable, cultured
Essex upbringing bolstered, ironically
enough, by his fathers profiting from the
insurance of potential shipwrecks to a traversal of Balliol, which led to his giving up
any hopes of living as an artist in favour of
conversion to Rome, and dispatch, as a Jesuit, to many locales, some less congenial than
others.
Often intense, the journal dwells on
himself, his ailments (piles, circumcision),
so much so that it is fitting that schoolfellows turned the second syllable of his
surname into the nickname of Skin. For all
this, it is a record of the close observation
from which his poems spring (often in these
pages). Unless you refresh the mind from
time to time, you cannot always remember
or believe how deep the inscape in things is.
Central to his Scotus-inspired conception of
Gods grandeur, this view of the patterns of
creation takes many turns amid flora, fauna
and, abundantly, the shifting clouds.
He is endlessly quotable (just as the
poems read aloud so well). Now first published are his deleted records of sin (as he
saw it). Frequent, for some while, is O.H.
(old habits: masturbation). Not only fixated upon Digby Dolben, whom he met once
before he drowned, he looks at a man who
tempted me, looking at a chorister at Magdalen, and evil thoughts, and looking at a
cart-boy from Standens shop door as well
as confessing to self-indulgence at Croydon in fruit (a peach?). Odder is looking
at and thinking of stallions while, at home,
evil thoughts from Rover lying on me. 150
pages later, Lesley Higgins gives the black
retrievers dates (186475), typical of exemplary scholarship which, in particular, pays
revealing attention to Hopkinss appreciation of art.
Not only did he look, he saw. That lifted him, hovering above many contemporaries, so that even in prose he still speaks
to us: of roses, he notes, the inner petals
drawn geometrically across each other like
laces of boddices [sic] at the opera and his
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ARTS
Moving
statues
Sculptural topplings provide an
index of changing times,
says Martin Gayford
Monumental change: the overthrow of the statue of Napoleon I, which was on top of the
Vendme Column. The painter Gustave Courbet is ninth from the right
was destroyed in 1792, early in the Revolution. In 1818, however, after the restoration
of the monarchy, it was reproduced, some
of the metal being provided by a statue of
Napoleon that had been on the top of the
Vendme Column.
The bronze Napoleon had taken the
place of Louis XIV on horseback, and after
its destruction in 1816 it was recreated once
in 1840 by Louis Philippe, and again in
a more classical style by Napoleon III.
The whole column was taken down in 1871,
during the Paris Commune, then re-erected
afterwards (the painter Courbet, who had
initially proposed the demolition, was saddled with the bill and had to go into exile in
Switzerland).
On a much greater scale, the fate of the
thousands of sculpted Stalins, Lenins and
Karl Marxs that once strode and gestured all
over the Soviet empire is an index of changing times. Several Lenins fell in western
Ukraine in 2013 and 14, but similar sculptural topplings have been going on for over
half a century. In 1951, a colossal figure of
Museums
Eurovision
Stephen Bayley
Before cheap flights, trains were the economical way to discover Europe and its
foibles. Personally, I enjoyed the old fuss
at border crossings. By the time I was 18, I
had memorised those warning notices in the
carriages: Nicht hinauslehnen; Defense de se
pencher au-dehors; E pericoloso sporgersi.
Those three different ways of saying
dont stick your head out the window, one
bossy, the other pedantic, another gently
pleading, summarised the nice subtleties of
national borders that were philosophical as
well as political.
Europe is a marvel. Its busy inhabitants
discovered private property, social mobility,
romantic love, democracy, secularism, antiquarianism, nationhood, industry, capitalism, technology, domesticity, privacy, vanity,
revolution, modernism, exploration and selfexpression.
To communicate their beliefs, to give form
to their values, Europeans created images
and objects of great sophistication. Many
of these later became known as art, adding
further levels of richness and meaning. But
because Europeans also invented aggressive
colonialism, the continents values are under
attack. And not only from the historically downtrodden and exploited. Expressing
his concern at the muddle of contemporary
European identity, Kissinger asked, If I want
to speak to Europe, who do I call?
So with nice didactic appropriateness,
the V&A opened its new European galleries at the end of last year. Arrive at the
front door and you will be told Turn left for
Europe, but thats practical guidance, not
a political directive. ZMMA architects has
stripped back an unloved and gloomy part
of the museum, ripping out crapola Ministry
of Works suspended ceilings and exposing
parts of Sir Aston Webbs imperious original while adding new finishes in bronze, walnut, stone and leather. Clarity has replaced
obscurity. With these sumptuous effects and
coruscating display cabinets meticulously
crafted by hyper-tech German bermenschen, the total effect is a little like sitting
in an S-Class Mercedes, that sovereign contemporary symbol of European authority in
matters of luxury and technology.
Intellectually, there is rather a lot going
on: the new European galleries represent a
vigorous rethink of the V&As collections.
The museum naturally has huge British holdings already freshly redisplayed,
but its European catalogue has been massively skewed towards France since the 1882
bequest of John Jones, a military tailor who,
like Henry Frick in New York, wanted to
introduce his new money to old French furniture. Whats more, there is no such thing
BRINKHOFF MGENBURG
Theatre
Alice in cyberspace
Lloyd Evans
wonder.land
Olivier, in rep until 30 April
Hapgood
Hampstead Theatre, until 23 January
Dr Seusss The Lorax
Old Vic, until 16 January
turns in a scene-pilfering performance as a sexy shrewish villainess. I doubt this show will succeed
at the National. Itll mystify kids
and dismay parents who, perhaps
misguidedly, regard the original as
sacrosanct. But in a trashier cultural environment, like Las Vegas,
and with a cast featuring Madonna and a disused Rolling Stone or
two it could work well.
Heres a classic Stoppardian
conundrum. A spy being shadowed by an enemy agent enters
a public swimming-pool. After
his dip the spy goes into a locked
cubicle and swaps his trunks for
normal clothes. The agent cant
enter the cubicle to monitor the
costume change without disclosing his presence so he must accept
the incomplete evidence before
him: spy enters cubicle in trunks;
spy exits cubicle fully dressed.
But is it the same spy? To complicate matters the spy has an identical twin.
This tableau forms the opening scene in Sir Tom Stoppards
ingenious new thriller which
embraces, among other intellectual disciplines, the puzzles of quantum mechanics.
The twin in the cubicle becomes a metaphor for quantum theory, which has goaded
and bemused physicists for nearly a century.
Todays boffins have yet to advance beyond
the unsatisfactory conclusion that the same
electron can be in two places at once. This
is the only way to rationalise the unpredictable conduct of subatomic particles. And its
a fudge. But it tastes nicer than any other
fudge in the sweetshop.
The central figure in Stoppards play is
M, a female spymaster whose son plays
rugby for his public school. The touchline is
an ideal place to liaise with other spies. This
being Stoppard, M has a twin sister one
of several sets of twins in the play whose
sibling is drawn into an elaborate game of
double bluff. Equipped as I am with a steerage-class degree, Im not confident that my
homespun noggin was capable of grasping
every twist and facet of this cerebral marvel. The ideal audience would be a theatre
full of Sir Toms. Quantum theory can resolve
the logistics.
Dr Seusss The Lorax at the Old Vic is a
charming childrens show starring the excellent Simon Paisley Day. He plays a property developer confronted by the Lorax, a
lovable tree sprite, who wants to halt urban
expansion. The activist goblin is a tiny spherical orange puppet with a pair of Bismarck
moustaches that wiggle up and down. That
sounds like nothing but the effect is magical.
My son, 9, called it the second best play Ive
ever seen. (Its a musical.) I could see that
again, he added hopefully. Yeah, sorry, mate.
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Mad about the boy
Deborah Ross
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Opera
Double trouble
Richard Bratby
Eugene Onegin
Royal Opera House
Its scene five of Kasper Holtens production of Tchaikovskys Eugene Onegin and
Michael Fabianos Lensky is alone with
a snow-covered branch and his thoughts.
Well, not quite alone. At the other side of
the stage stands the man he is about to face
in a duel: his friend Onegin, whos apparently arrived ahead of the appointed time
and is listening to every word of Lenskys
anguished soliloquy. Except he isnt: this is
the Onegin of the present, looking back on
a tragedy in his past. Or possibly imagining it? He cant, after all, have heard Lenskys words, for the practical reason that he
wasnt there. Can he? Oh, is that applause?
The arias over.
The big idea behind Holtens production
apparently tightened up since its 2013
debut is this business with doubles. A pair
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One of the most shocking items of recent
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number of people shot by law enforcement officers in the United States last year
was 1,136. Not died by gangland shooting,
domestic violence or terrorist attack. But
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Hispanic. As if on cue, the World Service this
week launched a documentary series to find
out why this is happening. What are the deep
structural issues that give rise to such inequalities of experience and opportunity in
the (supposed) Land of the Free?
The first episode of The Compass:
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presented by Rajini Vaidyanathan (and
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James Delingpole
Gosh what a breath of fresh air was Andrew
Daviess War & Peace adaptation (BBC1,
Sundays) after all the stale rubbish that was
on over Christmas. There were times when
the yuletide TV tedium got so bad that I
considered preparing us all a Jonestownstyle punchbowl. That way, we would never
have had to endure Walliams and Friend
nor the special time-travel edition of what
everyone is now rightly calling Shitlock.
Sherlock has a terminal case of Doctor Who disease. That is, it has become so
knowing, so self-referential, so ugh!
meta that it no longer feels under any
obligation to put in the hard yards needed to surprise and delight anyone who isnt
already a committed fanboi. If youve ever
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the problem: you go hoping for a couple of
at least half-recognisable Smiths numbers
and maybe something from Vauxhall and
I, but he just cant be arsed because hes
Morrissey.
In the same way, star screenwriters Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss no longer even
pretend to be capturing the spirit of Conan
Doyles ingenious storylines. Instead, they
prefer to noodle about with wanky meditations on the torturedness of Holmess
druggie psyche, the sublimated homoe-
roticism of his relationship with the ineffably dull Watson and the curious absence
of the female perspective. Its like doing a
bad English course at one of those terrible
unis where Anglo-Saxon isnt part of the
syllabus.
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saucy vulgarian, forever spicing up dusty
old classic texts to make them feel more rel-
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Taki
OK sports fans, what do Dame Vivien Duffield and Evelyn Waugh have in common?
The answer is absolutely nothing, so why
start 2016 with such a dumb question?
Waugh was short and round and so is Vivien,
but apart from weight and height there are
no similarities. So why ask? Easy. I was reading about a dinner party Waugh gave for
Clare Luce in November 1949 at the Hyde
Park Hotel. He later wrote to Nancy Mitford complaining how much money the dinner had cost him, and how Clare in my
not so humble opinion the greatest woman
of the 20th century had failed to write a
thank-you note.
Waugh was a hell of a writer but a pretty
piss-poor human being. He was petty, a closeted tortured gay with seven children. And
from what Ive read, he was always down on
his fellow man and on life in general. Pretty
depressing stuff. Why give a dinner and then
complain that it cost too much? I thought
of Waugh because Vivien gave a dinner last
week for more than a hundred. Surprisingly,
she sat me on her right, and insisted I stay on
her right even after I gave a speech that was
close to the bone. Mind you, unlike la Luce,
I wrote a thank-you note.
The Mecca for the new rich and famous,
as Gstaad is often called, turns into a horror show when its packed to the gills, especially when it snows only indoors. But as I
write the white stuff from heaven has been
falling non-stop for three days and nights,
which should make the commonplace interesting. By this I mean that Gstaad is a ski
resort where there are more aprs-skiers
than skiers. When the good white stuff falls,
the place becomes interesting. Otherwise its
like being in any glitzy resort anywhere in
Europe.
Although it sounds soppy, this was a real
family treat for me. Both my children and
my two grandchildren are here, and the
place is always buzzing. It took me a long
time to get it, but family life can be as satisfying as chasing you know what every
night until the early hours. Old is the operative word. It has its good points, and being
surrounded by ones family is one of them.
An added bonus was the arrival of my NBF
Harvey Weinstein, the only producer nowadays making movies that are watchable and
often high-minded. In fact, hes the only one
that relies on storyline and talented actors
rather than explosions and car chases. He
previewed one of his latest, Hands of Stone,
based on the life of the great Panamanian
boxer Roberto Durn, a very interesting
choice for a film given that Durn is better known for saying no mas (no more) in
his fight against Ray Leonard than for the
myriad knockouts he inflicted on his opponents before that. Robert De Niro is perfectly cast as Ray Arcel, his trainer, and the
Low life
Jeremy Clarke
LIFE
Real life
Melissa Kite
LIFE
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Long life
Alexander Chancellor
The turf
North-south divide
Robin Oakley
The well-bred Sea Pigeon, who had finished seventh in the Derby when trained
at Beckhampton by Jeremy Tree, was later
bought by the wine and spirits importer
Pat Muldoon to go into training over hurdles with Gordon W. Richards in Penrith.
The story goes that on his first foray out of
his new northern yard, the gelding who was
to become one of the greatest hurdlers we
have seen stopped still in shock at the sight
before him: it was the first time he had ever
encountered a cow.
Many find the north is a different place.
As one who cut his journalistic teeth in Liverpool, I go with Tennysons verdict: Bright
and fierce and fickle is the South/ And dark
and true and tender is the North. Now racings authorities are worrying about jump
racing in general and about jump racing
in the north in particular. A review led by
the former Cheltenham managing director
Edward Gillespie has studied such problems
as the decline in field sizes, the drop in jumpracing attendances and horse ownership
compared with the Flat and the widening
gap between Flat and jumping prize money.
In particular, it noted that there is no aspirational meeting in the north other than Aintree at the end of the season to encourage
northern owners and trainers and that the
north has seen a sharp decrease both in the
share of jump horses in training and its share
of top-quality horses. A British Horseracing
Authority task force will seek remedies.
Life has been tough for northern trainers
for some time. No northern-based handler
has been champion trainer since the 1983
84 season. Fred Winter took his last title to
Lambourn in 198485 before his former
assistant Nicky Henderson, also based in the
Valley of the Racehorse, gained the first two
of his three titles in the next two seasons.
Starting in 198889, Martin Pipe then took
the title to Somerset for 15 years, punctuated only by the two seasons David Nicholson, based in Gloucestershire, triumphed in
199394 and 199495. Paul Nicholls became
champion from Somerset in 200506 and
has won every year since with the exception
of 201213, when Nicky Henderson wrested
the title back after a break of 26 years.
It has been a similar story in the saddle.
His association with Pipe and with the top
owner J.P. McManus helped the phenomenon Tony McCoy, based in Lambourn, to
Bridge
Janet de Botton
Call me nuts but on 29 December I left
lovely, sunny, delicious France for the fairly unlovely Royal National Hotel to play
the year ends last event, the one-day Swiss
Teams. God it was fun. I hadnt played a
hand in 12 days (and counting) and we
were all in a great mood (unusual), rested
(unheard of) and winning our matches big
(lovely). We needed only to avoid a massive
defeat in the last match and the title was
ours. We drew my friend Simon Gillis, playing with Norwegian world champion Erik
Saelensminde. Were we complacent? Yes.
Were we awful? Yes. And did we lose big?
Yes again. Take this disaster:
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LIFE
Chess
Winters tail
Raymond Keene
The London Classic, the end of the
million-dollar Grand Tour, was something
of a damp squib. A surfeit of draws meant
the event largely boiled down to who was
most effectively able to despatch the cellar
dwellers Anand and Topalov. Top scores
out of nine were as follows: Carlsen, Giri
and Vachier-Lagrave 5 1/2 each, Aronian 5,
and Britains Mickey Adams 41/2.
What to do about such a preponderance
of drawn games? In the past, whenever the
threat of draw death has loomed, some
charismatic genius Alekhine, Tal,
Kasparov has emerged to revitalise the
game at the top. But the reigning
champion and overall Grand Tour winner,
Magnus Carlsen, effective as he is, simply
does not possess this kind of dynamism.
Proposals to reduce the tedium of draws
in elite events have included Nigel Shorts
plea to convert stalemate to a win, the 3
for a win, 1 for a draw and 0 for a loss
scoring system, as well as banning certain
openings, such as the Petroff and the
Berlin defences. A similar system has been
adopted for championship draughts.
Now the Dutch enthusiast Patrick
Wintershoven has come up with the idea of
injecting an element borrowed from poker
to enliven chess at the top and eliminate
draws entirely. Patrick suggests counting all
draws as black wins, while simultaneously
giving White a large time advantage, say
two hours to one, to complete all moves. At
the start of each game players bid secretly
for their preferred colour. If one chooses
white and the other black, then the game
proceeds. But if both choose the same
colour, then an auction begins, with time
allotment as the bidding currency. So after
several rounds of bidding, one protagonist
might secure the black pieces, but might
have expended 45 minutes of thinking time
to achieve the goal. Meanwhile, the auction
loser would revert to having draw odds
Competition
Nostradamus
Lucy Vickery
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against him, but would retain his original
time allotment of two hours. This
proposal deserves serious consideration.
Here is the conclusion of one of the
world champions two London wins.
Carlsen-Nakamura, London Classic 2015
(see diagram 1)
Carlsens bishop pair on an open board grant
him a large advantage in this endgame. His
next move creates a path for his king to enter
the black position and to further destabilise the
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LIFE
Roys lads reach the knockout stage;
Arsne squares the circle.
Dalai Lamas jealous rage
As Putin marries Merkel.
Murdoch spins and pulls the strings,
Ups the ante, runs the rings:
Some things are eternal.
Basil Ransome-Davies
Crossword
2242: Defeated
by Columba
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Across
Film second struggle (5)
Riding from base left by
soldier? (8)
Proclaim payment,
engaging former top spies
(10)
New advance in
enlightened state with ace
hospitals (9)
Turkey acceptable in
marketplace (4)
Heather in nunnery
missing energy of office
work (8)
Gold, ounce in firm palm
(6)
Bearded knight seized by
dread deserted (5)
Turning saucy, are people
boring? (11)
Sets of nine seen and
sorted (7)
Saw disturbed state of sea
(3)
Serviceman promoted
before trouble (7)
Hard treatment of a onenation party (11)
Smooth, soft passage (5)
Book little less positive
about revolutionary tax (6)
Shabbiest witness, second
in council (8)
Goddess in ornate clothes
(4)
Change scale a bit to show
region of water (9, two
words)
Shelter you found in home
having colourless features
(8, hyphened)
Scots post special order (5)
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Not much certain in the stars:
Order, chaos, earthly wars,
Summer snows and winter drought
Turning climates inside out.
Refugees a grave addendum,
Ayes or Noes for referendum.
Death picks off some rich and mighty,
April sees a Queen turn ninety.
Monthly moons and not one blue,
Unsurpassed space station view
Shows our world its self anew.
Alanna Blake
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2 Moving down low via
membrane-covered
opening (10, two words)
4 End of term
7 Sloth supporting spine in
tree (7)
8 Matter occupying barbaric
horde (5)
9 Measured strength of
songbird, valued (8)
10 A carol in a broadcast
relating to priesthood (9)
16 Alloy in groove cut by
men, not badly (11,
hyphened)
18 Power within me rises (3)
19 Object enthralling learner,
thick rhizome (10, two
words)
20 Managing trick during
opening line (9, two words)
23 Charm in admission (8)
25 Eggs broken by alien
27 Motion of horse when
unhappy disrupting
exercises (7)
28 Channel unknown south of
Saskatchewans borders? (3)
30 Current speed of light
31 Risk in North America
splitting Republicans (5,
two words)
36 Slave ends in the
catacombs in Rome (4)
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LIFE
Status Anxiety
The lefts
war on science
Toby Young
Napoleon
Chagnon
was accused
of fomenting
tribal wars,
deliberately
infecting
Amazon
Indians with
measles and
paying his
subjects to kill
each other
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Spectator Sport
Add Ben Stokes to the
worlds greatest batsmen
Roger Alton
LIFE
Food
That sinking feeling
Tanya Gold
I have no
metaphor for
rice. It doesnt
deserve one
Chattering classes
When the much missed Frank
Johnson (19432006), once
editor of The Spectator, wrote in
1980 that the peculiar need for
something to be frightened about
only seems to affect those of us
who are part of the chattering
classes, I think that those of us
meant himself, and me and you,
dear reader. It is true that, as
the Oxford English Dictionary
remarks, the phrase was freq.
derogatory of a social group
freely given to the articulate,
self-assured expression of (esp.
liberal) opinions about society,
culture, and current events. But
between the establishment of the
literati (in John Evelyns day)
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