On seeing Robert Icke’s Player Kings: my thoughts and feelings on the delight in being wrong and having the wrong expectations and being surprised by true artistic teamwork. There I am in the collage above waiting in my stalls seat (A10 it was) for the play to begin. The theatre had much grandeur to offer … More On seeing Robert Icke’s ‘Player Kings’: my thoughts and feelings on the delight in being wrong and having the wrong expectations and being surprised by true artistic teamwork.

In Martyr, an amazing funny fable, mythic in its proportions, about a queer American-Iranian former addict, by Kaveh Akbar, the main character, Cyrus, remembers an ‘old-school Muslim fairy tale, maybe it was a discarded hadith I guess, but it was all about the first time Satan sees Adam’. After surveying the first man thoroughly externally ‘like … More In ‘Martyr’, the main character, Cyrus, learns to love as a queer man. This is a blog about Kaveh Akbar (2024) ‘Martyr’.

This blog is a preparation to see Player Kings at Manchester Opera House on Tuesday 19th March 18.30 with Ian McKellen, surprisingly, playing Falstaff. Will this production release Shakespeare from the heteronormativity that still tries to strangle in its cradle the appeal to an exceedingly male communal radicalism (with nasty bits like misogyny mixed in) … More This blog is a preparation to see ‘Player Kings’ at Manchester with Ian McKellen playing Falstaff. What should I expect?

‘It occurs to me that good songs may haunt the mind not despite their incompleteness, but because of it’.[1] This blog pays homage for providing a book that, despite my expectations will stick with me for a long time. This blog is about Kazuo Ishiguro (2024) The Summer We Crossed Europe In The Rain: Lyrics … More ‘It occurs to me that good songs may haunt the mind not despite their incompleteness, but because of it’. This blog is about Kazuo Ishiguro (2024) ‘The Summer We Crossed Europe In The Rain: Lyrics for Stacey Kent’.

Alexandra Harris believes that in his new novel Day, Michael Cunningham writes again of ‘intimate, domestic love of many kinds: straight, gay, motherly, brotherly and avuncular love, and the love between old friends, to name a few, though the writing works against discrete categorisations’. Moreover, Harris also seems to thinks that that the focus of … More Alexandra Harris believes that in his new novel ‘Day’, Michael Cunningham writes again of ‘intimate, domestic love of many kinds: straight, gay, motherly, brotherly and avuncular love, and the love between old friends, to name a few, though the writing works against discrete categorisations’. I read it, however’, as a novel about the specificities of queer life; making it the monumental novel it is. Am I wrong or is Harris queer-blind?