A difficult issue – ‘Racism’; indeed so difficult we really only cope with mild references but the idea of an hour and a half eyeballing it might be almost unbearable! How can a play, or a pact between performer and audience change the world?
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.
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.
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?
Like all great cities, London has its illicit underbelly. Throughout history, it has played host to a parade of villains. From Jonathan Wild to Jack the Ripper, from Adam Worth to the Kray Twins, the misdeeds of these characters are woven through the tapestry of the city’s history.
1914 and the Great War. Given the centenary is upon us, it is everywhere. And perhaps rightly so although heaven knows, there is enough mayhem still going on in the world for us to wonder whether anything has been learnt from past history.
How do we acknowledge the mess that Britain made in 1947 when the Indian subcontinent was carved into two countries? This is the central question underlying Howard Brenton’s caustic new play. Drawing The Line explores the moment when the line between India and Pakistan was made and British rule in India ended.