The world’s most visited museum shied away from displaying a sculpture that some have labeled as too sexually explicit, but the nearby Pompidou Centre on Tuesday decided the world needed to decide for itself.
At the National Museum of Scotland, in the heart of Edinburgh, one exhibit item sums up Scotland’s tangled relationship with tartan. A stylish tartan frock coat with red velvet cuffs and collar, it looks remarkably contemporary. In fact, it’s 272 years old.
Kazuo Ishiguro, the British author of “The Remains of the Day”, has won the Nobel Prize for Literature, the Swedish Academy said on Thursday, honoring an “exquisite novelist” a year after giving it to singer-songwriter Bob Dylan.
When the first notes of The Beatles’ “Let It Be” ring out in the closing minutes of Ken Burns and Lynn Novick’s 10-part, 18-hour documentary The Vietnam War, you’d be forgiven for letting out a disappointed sigh. You’ve heard the song, which Paul McCartney plucked from a dream about his dead mother, countless times. The feelings it evokes in you are well-trod territory.
Armando Iannucci’s The Death of Stalin spurs a question that applies to many countries through history, but might echo most pertinently with baffled observers of Trumpland: how much of what is happening in a government is venal, craven self-interest, and how much sheer incompetent bumbling?