MARIA DUARTE, JAMES WALSH and ANDY HEDGECOCK review The Invite, My Father’s Island, Nirvanna: the Band, the Show, the Movie, and Oh My Goodness!
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What’s so great about David Bowie?
The tsunami of grief following his death doesn’t stop L WILLIAMS asking some pointed questions about the man and his music
PAUL DONOVAN is chilled by the contemporary resonance of Harper Lee’s coming of age tale amidst racism and white supremacy in this excellent production
GEOFF BOTTOMS recommends the unashamedly light-hearted escapism on offer in this stage version of the 1963 film
Full of mysterious religious references and radical sound design, the Scottish duo’s new offering is candidate for album of the year, suggests SIMON DUFF
MARY CONWAY revels in a powerful reminder that human lives are not defined by physical perfection
PAUL DONOVAN recommends the fine performances in this account of the pre-war meeting between the US president and the British king
TECLYN AROD relishes an intimate celebration of jazz improvisation that mixes local and national musicians
THE reverberations from the death of some well-known individuals are an interesting phenomenon.
Those who did not know the dead person except as a media construct experience a very real and at times overpowering sense of loss. When Princess Diana died in 1997 you could almost feel it — an unnerving experience and there wasn’t social media around at the time to blame that on.
It seems that the majority of people of a certain age in the overdeveloped world are being carried along by an irresistible current of emotion and are, for the moment at least, incapable of serious reflection.
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