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GORDON PARSONS recommends an entertaining account of the years between Germany’s defeat in WWI and Hitler’s seizure of power
Titan of the avant garde
Peter Frost pays tribute to the great composer PETER MAXWELL DAVIES, as much a radical in his life and politics as he was in his music
MIGUEL YOSHIDA explains the evolution and influence of the Cuban Casa De Las Americas in joining culture to the revolutionary struggle
ANDY HEDGECOCK is charmed by a skilful adaptation of Tove Jansson’s lyrical portrait of three generations of a family, overcoming grief
ALEX HALL treads warily through a messy, dialectical struggle fought in the mundane machinery of driving licences, criminal law, and birth registries
MICHAL BONCZA, FIONA O’CONNOR, JAMES WALSH and ANGUS REID review Atlas of Disappearance, Love Me Tender, Bouchra, and This Tempting Madness
Flitting between myth and the modern world, Medusa is determined to steer clear of human affairs. When her resolve crumbles, the result is petrifying in every sense
PETER MAXWELL DAVIES, who has died at his remote home in the Orkneys at the age of 81, became famous as an avant-garde composer. But he was also left-wing, openly gay, anti-Establishment and a staunch republican.
Since the early 1970s he lived on the remote Orkney island of Hoy without electricity or running water. Later, even Hoy proved too accessible and Davies moved to the even more remote Sanday, where he dwelt until his death.
Born in Salford, Maxwell Davies’s father was a factory manager and, as a youth, he seemed destined for work in a factory or mine.
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