Anna Robinson looks at a recent anthology of poems about historical events and considers what we can learn from poetry about ways of exploring the past.
Emma Lee is touched by unanswered questions raised in Jane Routh’s chapbook sequence about the ill-fated Franklin expedition
I Wish To Die Singing – Voices from the Armenian Genocide (Finborough Theatre, London) – review by Carole Woddis.
It must be an irony lost on few immediately involved that along with the panoply of remembrances around the Gallipoli centenary at the weekend, April 24, 2015 also marked the `anniversary’ of the slaughter of innocents that has come to be known as the Armenian genocide.
To mark the 100th anniversary of the first world war Tracy Coleman will present a sung narration of the war with original material by Paul Sand and iconic songs of the time.
Hannah Lowe’s new poetry chapbook is a powerful blend of information and imagination, says Thomas Ovans
A few years ago, I remember watching a TV drama about Hitler that surprised me. It was the true story of Hans Litten, the brilliant young German lawyer who subpoenaed Hitler in 1931, cross-examined him in a trial of four Nazi stormtroopers and humiliated him.
Peter Giles re-tells a little-known story from the second world war…
What exactly is the essence of Belgium? Far harder to pin down than French chic or English sang-froid, the nation’s uneasy mix of Walloon and Flemish, surreal and down-to-earth, all miraculously held together, is perfectly encapsulated by the Atomium – a giant, futuristic structure on the northern edge of Brussels.
Many have heard of Auschwitz and Dachau but few know about Terezin close to Prague which housed an elite of European Jewish artists, musicians and writers. It was used by the Nazis as a holding station for Jews en route to the gas chambers.
This is an unusually thrilling show that is also an exciting history lesson. Few of us in the West know that the hundreds of islands that make up Okinawa were controlled by the kingdom of Ryukyu before they were absorbed into Japan in 1879.
London is a catacomb of forgotten stories and communities, none more hidden and invisible, it often seems, than the Chinese. Here since the early 19th century, their diaspora is spread throughout the UK, London’s main contingent habitually being recognised as Soho’s Chinatown.
This is a book that everyone should read. How often does one get to say that – and not least when the title might suggest that the author merely means to expand our thin acquaintance with a sixty year old conflict, brief, remote, and wasn’t it all American?