CATHERINE STEEL relishes a compelling novel about Augustus’s right hand man, but misses the politics, the cultural shifts, and more detail about his restoration of Rome
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James Walsh’s Culture Matters: The celebratory mood of the man from Buenos Aires and Kentish Town.
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PAUL DONOVAN applauds an intriguing multi-layered depiction, dominated by a stunning impersonation of Marilyn herself
EWAN CAMERON marvels at the impossible ambition, realised with dreamlike finesse of translating Italo Calvino to the stage
A man stands directly in front of the stage, facing ex-Auteurs singer Luke Haines, who is in London for a root around his burgeoning back catalogue.
The man is wearing a Suede t-shirt and, during large portions of the set, checks his phone for the football scores. I begin to wonder if he is some kind of performance art, making reference to Haines’s ’90s beef with the Britpopping androgynysts and Haines’s own descent into a kind of amused irrelevance.
I wouldn’t put it past him — last time I saw Luke on this stage, I was offered liver sausages by a man dressed as Kendo Nagasaki.
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