Just recently, the Spanish government announced it was passing legislation to grant citizenship to Sephardic Jews expelled from the country during the Spanish Inquisition. Before that time, religious minorities had been generally tolerated and allowed to follow their own laws and customs in private.
Sunday Assembly looked like church, sort of. There was a band on stage, crammed in next to a projector screen framed with twee paper bunting. It reminded me of the Anglican Girls’ Friendly Society meetings I went to as a pre-teen, except we were singing ‘Tiny Dancer’ instead of ‘God Rules’.
These days it can be pretty hard to tell a Brooklyn hipster from a Sydney hipster. Beards have crept down Sydney’s jowls, and incongruous tattoos – rearing vipers and ‘Day of the Dead’ skulls and fantastic flying machines – have crept up the forearms of our bike mechanics and baristas.
Overland fiction editor Jennifer Mills was awarded the $15,000 Barbara Hanrahan fellowship at the Adelaide Festival Awards for Literature. The $15,000 Max Fatchen Fellowship was won by Helen Dinmore (writing as Catherine Norton), whose story ‘Unplugged’ appeared in Overland 202. You can read…
The general temperature regarding the competition films at this year’s Berlinale was middling. Longstanding attendees complained loudly and often about how the films were selected for political reasons rather than merit. As a first-timer, I can’t comment on the festival’s trajectory from cutting-edge to mediocrity, but the handful of competition films I did see didn’t protest the point.