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No excuses can hide the criminal actions of a Nazi fellow-traveller in this admirably objective documentary, suggests MARTIN HALL
A hard road
by Gerda Pickin
PAUL DONOVAN relishes a fascinating exploration of the leading lights of the Labour right in the 1970s
BEN LUNN alerts us to the creeping return of philanthropy and private patronage, and suggests alternative paths to explore
A novel by Argentinian Jorge Consiglio, a personal dictionary by Uruguayan Ida Vitale, and poetry by Mexican Homero Aridjis
MIK SABIERS savours the first headline solo show of the stalwart of Brighton’s indie-punk outfit Blood Red Shoes
New releases reviewed by IAN SINCLAIR
STEVEN ANDREW is moved beyond words by a historical account of mining in Britain made from the words of the miners themselves
What kind of life
does a six-figure income
get these days?
You could only have one yacht,
a half a dozen houses,
and a lonely private jet.
How can you live on such a sum?
The villa staff need paying.
Thank god for the portfolio!
With children on the payroll
you can barely make ends meet.
You call this an existence?
I must insist you stop and think:
blink an eye and you could find
it all come crashing down.
Club membership, the private school,
Melissa keeps a pony.
The maintenance on the swimming pool
would make a grown man weep.
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