No one’s too young for a play

Sunday, May 11th, 2008

At Assitej, the 16th World Congress and Performing Arts Festival for Young People taking place in Adelaide, visiting companies include the Makhampon Theatre Group from Thailand, which is happy to hear itself described as a form of family, community, university and even food centre. They are performing a Buddhist tale about perseverance. Australian group Zeal Theatre, is collaborating with the South African performers Ellis and Bheki to create a comic show about nationalism and sport.

From Israel, “this crazy country”, as director Norman Issa calls it, comes the Arab-Hebrew Theatre of Jaffa, which, as its name suggests, is determined to defy that country’s political divide.

“We’re not the Christian-Jewish theatre company, or the Muslim-Jewish,” Issa says. “We deal in languages, not religions. We’re a very new idea and the only theatre working like this in Israel, and while we don’t have many sponsors, and are very small, people love this place. We have many friends.”

Issa’s Arab-Hebrew Theatre of Jaffa has brought a two-hander called Ach Ach Boom Traach to Adelaide for the Assitej festival. He co-wrote the hour-long piece with Yoav Barlev and both men perform in it. The fact that he is Jewish and Barlev a Muslim, Issa says, is not the issue (although that’s one of the first things he says about the play). The issue is how any two people, whose languages distance them from each other, can find common ground.

The production is pitched at children as young as three, but it’s also suitable for people in their late teens, the top-end of the age spectrum covered in Assitej’s broad program. Issa reckons it’s for everyone. “This play is very simple, and very difficult,” he says. “Everyone finds their own level within this play.”

Its premise is that the two actors represent brothers who play together, quarrel, then make up, and quarrel again. “The balance of power swings back and forth.”

As their history unfolds in scenes spoken in what sounds to the audience like jibberish (Issa says it’s the “language of Jesus”, Aramaic), one thing remains constant: a prettily coloured box that dangles enticingly above their heads. This appears to be the prize they constantly fight over, as their bitter feuding becomes ever more violent and hurtful. Finally, when they have “settled down to an uneasy truce, the box opens up by itself”. Ach Ach Boom Traach poses the question to the audience: “What are the brothers fighting for?”

Issa is unapologetic when he calls his theatre political, even though he has his critics because of that. “Most people here (in Israel) don’t like political stories, they look, maybe make a noise about the political situation, and then nothing happens. Most people here, they look, and do nothing.”

That’s why he believes children are the hope for the future and theatre for children is his way of turning this hope into action.

“I love children,” he says. “If we can change children, maybe we can reach out for peace. These children in the Jewish community, many years on they will become soldiers and maybe they will be different people because of what they’ve seen. I believe in that. This is my fighting, here in this crazy country.”

The company is in its 12th year, and Ach Ach Boom Traach has been in development for several years, already touring to a long list of countries, including Uzbekistan, Armenia, South Korea and Japan. “It’s very interesting,” Issa says, “that children all over the world react at the same moments during the play. It’s amazing. The inner child is a child wherever you go.”

The key to touching that inner child is to make the experience live, and Issa is animated in his denunciation of the kind of education children are receiving by way of television.

“It has to be live,” he says. “The theatre is life itself, and you can smell it, the actors, the props. It’s not in a box, in your salon (lounge room). In the theatre, the magic is that you see the story happening now, right before you, not edited so you only see the best takes.”

He describes what happens to people who lose touch with the theatre, those who sit in front of the TV screen with a beer and a sandwich as a process of “becoming heavy”, physically and mentally. Issa’s Arab-Hebrew Theatre of Jaffa uses a minimalist set, lots of brightly coloured props, and the energies of its two actors to capture the attention and imagination of its audiences.

According to a growing number of specialists in theatre for children, there is no reason to draw the line there: performances can be directed effectively to babes in arms.

In the Assitej festival, the highly respected Adelaide company, Windmill, has two shows, Cat and Green Sheep, both directed by Cate Fowler, which are pitched to audience members as young as one, but according to Suzanne Oster, theatre can be effective for even younger babies.

Oster is the artistic director of Unga Klara, a division within the Stockholm City Theatre created in 1975 to cater for children and young people. She is attending the Assitej congress, with the support of PlayWriting Australia, to talk about just how young an audience theatre can, and should, target.

The ideal audience, she says, is, in fact, a baby: “Present. Here and now. Not concerned with what it’s having for dinner, doing tomorrow or said yesterday. Free from conventions. Hasn’t read the reviews. Receptive without bias or prejudice.”

Oster’s showcase production, which is not part of the festival but which she will be discussing with delegates at the congress, is Babydrama, designed to present to children as young as six months.

It tells the story of the journey from conception to birth, through to the moment of “meeting their parents and their own will”.

“As far as we know,” Oster says, “text-based performances of this calibre have not been done for such young audiences,” although a Norwegian project has been evaluating the success of dance, mime and puppet theatre for babies from birth to three years old.

That evaluation was so positive, Oster says, there is now a project called Glitterbird, involving the collaboration of several European countries, developing theatre for the newly born. “The more elaborate the productions were, the more alert, concentrated and carefree the child seemed to be.”

Unga Klara works with test audiences, and documents the reactions on film, in order to build knowledge about what works best.

“The fact that one cannot speak,” Oster says, “does not mean that one cannot understand what is said. Experience has shown that the capacity for understanding and assessing situations is present at a very early age. Creating full-scale theatre to the youngest children with all our know-how and passion is a cultural policy statement.

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The weird and wacky world of USB gadgets

Monday, April 7th, 2008

Nowadays if you can build something that needs power, chances are there%26#39;s a USB version out there. And chances are someone will want to buy it.
Over the past year regular readers will have seen USB-powered heated gloves, robotic hamsters, rubber-ducky mice and the ever-popular pole dancer.
Here are the pick of this year%26#39;s crop of bizarre USB gadgets currently burning up the virtual tills of online shores.
The products on the page are all from overseas sites (though if you look around you may be able to find them closer to home) and prices don%26#39;t include shipping.
Speed demonHow fast can you type? The touch-typists around your office probably think they%26#39;re all that while tinkering the plastic. Admit it, you%26#39;ve hidden a smile while the person next to you has tried to find, hunt-and-peck style, where the backslash is. The USB WPM Speedometer shows you exactly how fast you%26#39;re going in words-per-minute, with its car-speedometer like needle. Distracting, but fun to rev up. And the backslash () is under the backspace key. $50 from www.drinkstuff.com
Green upMost people want to be nice to the environment, but gadget users have trouble putting their money with their mouths are. Most gadgets are power suckers, slurping electricity even when they%26#39;re sitting around doing nothing, sometimes even when they%26#39;re turned off. This USB Eco-button will help you green up your PC habits a bit without doing much at all. Tap on the face of this little gadget and your PC (Windows only) goes into energy-saving Standby mode. It even comes with software to tell you how much energy you%26#39;ve saved, and how much carbon. Whether you save enough to power the thing (it%26#39;s illuminated) depends on how often you use it, I guess. $38 from www.eco-button.com
Disco infernoIf you%26#39;ve walked through a video arcade in the past 10 years, you%26#39;ll have noticed a game called Dance Dance Revolution, where you get points for doing the dance moves on the screen. The USB Dance Mat is a finger version of this. Touch the four pads as they light up and you%26#39;ll light up the finger-sized dancefloor. Cut-out disco diva puppet included (your fingers are the legs). About $22 from www.gadgetshop.com
Punching headWouldn%26#39;t you love to beat someone up? C%26#39;mon, admit it. Because unless you%26#39;re a Buddhist monk or Ghandi%26#39;s twin brother, there must be someone out there who really gets under your skin. This fist-size gadget could be just the thing to let out your frustration. The Punch Head lets out yelps of pain when you hit it, but better still you can load a photo of your favourite enemy onto your PC and watch the face distort as knock the gadget around. You won%26#39;t get closer to the real thing. Great stress release, but don%26#39;t let your friend/boss/partner see their face on it. Available soon from www.punch-head.com
BoxingOf all the USB gadgets I%26#39;ve come across online, this is probably the most useless. Punching a boxing bag is great exercise, building muscle and letting off steam and all that, but beyond that there%26#39;s not much point. I mean, it%26#39;s not fun or anything. So why make a USB toy where you tap the keyboard to make a boxer punch a bag? Ok, you get a score based on your %26quot;skills and rhythm%26quot;, and it makes boxing ring noises. But you%26#39;re still just punching a bag. And it%26#39;s not even real. $75 from www.gadgetshop.com
Oi!The USB Bouncer isn%26#39;t really intimidating, at least not compared with a real bouncer, but it may scare people away from your computer if they%26#39;re under the age of 6. The idea is good enough. Plug him in before you walk away and he%26#39;ll keep a sharp eye out for any troublemakers looking to use your computer. When he sees someone he shouts %26quot;You%26#39;re cruising for a bruising!%26quot; or something similarly threatening, and then I suppose keeps shouting it until that someone unplugs him. It%26#39;s worth pointing out to that he%26#39;ll also shout the same things at you when you comes back. For novelty purposes only. $75 from www.gadgetshop.com
Mini golfGolf nuts think about golf a lot, so much so it%26#39;s usually hard to get them to think or talk about anything else. Chances are the golf nut in your life thinks about their putting, the most maddening of all the golf strokes - so simple, but so difficult. This USB Putter Returner won%26#39;t help them putt any better - all it does it push the little balls back after you knock them in - but it may stop them telling everyone else about their latest round. Of course, if they%26#39;re a real golf nut, it%26#39;ll just remind them they%26#39;d rather be out golfing than in their office reading the latest report from accounting, but it%26#39;s the thought that counts. $25 from www.gadgetshop.com
Lounging lizardsThe USB Chameleon is reptilian friend for your computer monitor. Sit him on top of your monitor, plug him in, and he%26#39;ll randomly move his eyes about and stick his tongue out. Not really useful as much as distracting, but it might make that person who%26#39;s trying to palm off their work to you forget why they%26#39;re at your desk, at least the first time they see it. It doesn%26#39;t do what chameleons are best known for though - changing colour. $38 from www.iwantoneofthose.com
Arms raceLast year we mentioned the USB rocket launcher. In those innocent times its nerf missiles was sure to strike fear into the hearts of your co-workers. By now I expect it%26#39;s caught on and these weapons have proliferated around some unlucky offices as lowly employees fight to keep the stapler on their desk. The next generation has now arrived, and it%26#39;s got a webcam, so you can use it through MSN Messenger. You just have to think of a way to get your enemies to buy one no. I just hope Iran hasn%26#39;t heard about them. Mouse controlled, Windows only. $62 from usb.brando.com.hk
Mix it upAlarm clocks are in everything nowadays, from ipods to microwaves. This is the first time I%26#39;ve seen one in a blender, though. And a USB-powered blender at that. But wait, there%26#39;s more. While the USB Blender Alarm Clock purees your breakfast it also plays one of four 1970s game show jingles. Useful if you like to mash up food next to your computer while listening to bad music. $31 from usb.brando.com.hk
Keeping your secretsThe USB Panic Button is the slacker%26#39;s best friend. If you%26#39;re at work chances are you%26#39;d rather be doing something else, and sometimes you are, whether it%26#39;s updating your MySpace profile or reading Stuff. But wait, who%26#39;s this coming your way? It%26#39;s the boss, and he%26#39;s wondering about that report you%26#39;re %26quot;working%26quot; on. No fear though. Just slam the button and you can bring up a worky-looking spreadsheet or flow-chart, or even make your own that loads up. Explaining why you have a big red button on your desk though, is your own problem. $30 from www.latestbuy.com.au
Totally whackWhack-a-mole isn%26#39;t everyone cup of tea. Something about trying to hit plastic animals with a rubber mallet seems a little, well, silly to a lot of people. This little USB Whack It ditches the moles, and the mallet and leaves you with different coloured little men that you have to hit when they light up. It%26#39;s not going to change the world, but it%26#39;s cute and colourful enough to keep kids from touching your keyboard and accidentally deleting your desktop shortcuts. $30 from www.gizoo.co.uk
Heel! Searching for a way to let your computer know what it%26#39;s like to have a dog being overly amorous with your leg? A strange question certainly, but someone out there apparently thought it was a good idea to make a USB memory stick that did just that. Plug it in and pull some data off the stick and watch the dog, um, leap into action. Just tell the kids it%26#39;s dancing. More funny than disgusting and more bizarre than funny, but it%26#39;s definitely not something you%26#39;d want grandma to see in action. See a video of it in action here. $12 from www.thinkgeek.com

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The best in the arts this spring

Sunday, March 16th, 2008

April’s riches include Son of Rambow (opens 4 April), director Garth Jennings’ nostalgic and delightfully inventive 1980s suburbia story, centring on two schoolboys making a home video - based on Rambo - to send into BBC kids’ show Screen Test. They find a lead actor for their big DIY action flick when the French exchange group arrives.On 11 April, George Clooney takes his serious political hat off and replaces it with a cloth cap to direct and star in Leatherheads, a 1920s romcom about the beginnings of America’s pro-football league. George is the rallying coach, Ren%26eacute;e Zellweger the firebrand local news reporter determined to uncover the mystery behind the team’s latest hero.Sally Hawkins scooped best actress at the Berlin Film Festival for her winning performance at the heart of Mike Leigh’s latest character comedy, Happy-Go-Lucky (18 April). She plays a north London girl who gets wrecked with her mates at night but is a caring schoolteacher by day. Eddie Marsan is terrific as a moody cabbie.Nearly a year after having its premiere in competition at Cannes, Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi’s beautiful adaptation of her own comic strip, arrives in cinemas on 11 April. The story of a girl growing up in the bewildering early days of Ayatollah Khomeini in Tehran, it was surprisingly France’s official Oscar entry but featured only in the animated category - where it lost out to RatatouilleThe month of May brings perhaps the most surprising mainstream casting ever: Robert Downey Jr playing a superhero, albeit (supposedly) one of the most intelligent superheroes ever: Iron Man - aka genius inventor Tony Stark. Gwyneth Paltrow, Jeff Bridges and Terence Howard co-star, Samuel L Jackson has a cameo and Jon Favreau (Swingers, Elf) directs, so it could be fun (2 May).Cassandra’s Dream, Woody Allen’s third London film (after Match Point and the still unreleased Scoop), finds him on doom-laden, tragic form, as two cockney brothers (played by Scot Ewan McGregor and Dubliner Colin Farrell) enter into an immoral pact on behalf of rich uncle Tom Wilkinson. Sally Hawkins (again) steals the show, Hayley Atwell is a femme fatale. There’s a hint of late masterpiece about it. Opens 9 May.Good idea or potential disaster? Like Rocky and Rambo before him, Indiana Jones, played by 65-year-old Harrison Ford, left, comes out of retirement on 22 May in a film directed by Steven Spielberg and (partly) penned by George ‘You might be able to write this shit but you sure as hell can’t say it’ Lucas. With Shia LaBeouf, Cate Blanchett and Alan Dale joining the old gang, we’re surely entitled to ask: whose pension, exactly, is this?Sex and the city Brazenly following in the Manolo-shod footsteps of The Devil Wears Prada, the four girls from the fab TV show Sex and the City attempt a perilous journey to the big screen. Seasoned TV director Michael Patrick King is on the job while originator Candace Bushnell script-advises. Whether it’s any good is irrelevant. Its purpose? To provide more sartorial and largely inaccurate relationship advice for women the world over by tying up a few loose ends in the lives and loves of four middle-aged, oversexed New York women. When SATC (as it’s known among fans) ended in 2004, PR Samantha had a lover and cancer, curator Charlotte and lawyer Miranda were both married, and perpetually single columnist Carrie was snogging Mr Big in la belle Paris.

Four different endings have been shot in a bid to prevent Big and Carrie’s marital showdown being leaked in advance. The film looks set to break some box-office records. Expect to queue.Sex and the City: The Movie opens on 29 May Art Tate Liverpool plays host to Britain’s biggest-ever Klimt exhibitionGustav Klimt How much sensuality can you take? Klimt offers the greatest overload in the history of art. The rich mix is his forte: nudes kissing, lounging, yearning, coupling against a world of gold leaf and jewel-bright colours, a hint of spirituality here balanced by luxurious sexuality there. He is the master of consumption, material and sensual, and by now the very epitome of decadent fin-de-siecle Vienna. But he only caught on worldwide in the Sixties and this belated show is the first comprehensive survey ever staged in Britain. From Salome to The Golden Knight, paintings from all stages of Klimt’s life will be on display: sink into proto-psychedelic opulence. Gustav Klimt, Tate Liverpool, 30 %26#8239;May-31 AugustAlso arriving in Liverpool this spring are some of the biggest names in modern painting: Edouard Manet, Claude Monet, Vincent van Gogh, Camille Pissarro and Edward Hopper in a show at the Walker Art Gallery (18 April-10 August) devoted to Art in the Age of Steam. There will be trains, certainly - think of Hopper’s locomotives disappearing across the prairie - but the focus is on the art of industrial cities: Paris, New York, London, from the birth of the railways until the 1960s.You might think Alberto Giacometti oversold, but in fact there hasn’t been a British show in decades. This one, at the beautiful gallery of Compton Verney in Warwickshire (until 1 June) looks at the sudden development of his thin men in the months following the armistice in 1945. Expect many classics, plus rare portraits, among others, of Jean Genet.Tate Modern’s big spring show is a colossal survey of 20th-century portraiture - Street and Studio: An Urban History of Photography (22 May-31 August) - highly posed indoors, casually snapped on the streets outside. All the master- and mistress- photographers of the century will be represented, from Cartier-Bresson, Arbus and Beaton to Mapplethorpe, Tillmans and Sherman. It all adds up to one in the eye for the NPG.And for anyone more interested in places than people, Modern Art Oxford is celebrating the magical landscapes of the father of American photography, Ansel Adams (2 April-1 June). From the soaring monoliths of Yosemite by moonlight to the ice lakes of Alaska, 70 images of the sublime will represent a career of 50 years.Theatre Tomorrow is another day - and Vanessa Redgrave is Joan DidionGone with the Wind Gone With the Wind, as a musical, has everything going for it. And unless the wind is coming in from the wrong direction, Trevor Nunn’s new adaptation (opening 22 April, New London Theatre) could blow audiences off their feet. Darius Danesh (of Pop Idol) plays Rhett Butler and Jill Paice (who starred in The Woman in White) is Scarlett O’Hara. A Glaswegian Rhett might give you pause for thought but Danesh looks the part (suave ‘n’ dark) and his voice should hit the spot. The ingredients of this tempestuous epic, set in 1860s Atlanta Georgia, never fail: it’s a romantic rollercoaster, America’s sentimental answer to War and Peace. The 1936 novel won its author, Margaret Mitchell, the Pulitzer prize, the movie broke box-office records and this show, with Gareth Valentine at the musical helm, looks like a ticket worth securing before the show goes into preview on 4 April.Yasmina Reza, who wrote Art, has a new play, God of Carnage, on at the Gielgud (opens 24 March). It’s about two couples who meet to discuss a scrap between their children. The warring quartet is high-profile: Ralph Fiennes, Tamsin Greig, Janet McTeer and Ken Stott. It will be fascinating to watch them slug it out. Meanwhile, Howard Brenton also has a new play, Never So Good, coming to the National. It takes in the Suez crisis, adultery and the end of empire. Jeremy Irons plays Harold Macmillan and the cast also includes Anna Carteret and Anna Chancellor (Lyttleton, 26 March-24 May).In April, architecturally inspired company dreamthinkspeak perform a work in the hidden areas of Liverpool’s Anglican Cathedral. One Step Forward, One Step Back draws on Dante’s Paradiso and the city’s landscape, using film, installation, models and live performance (7 April-10 May). A different kind of exploration is involved in poet Tony Harrison’s new play, Fram. It’s about the Norwegian voyager Fridtjof Nansen, who travelled in the Arctic during the 1890s. It promises to bring ice floes, bear-fur sleeping bags and the ghosts of pioneers to the Olivier. Jasper Britton is to play Nansen and Bob Crowley directs (with help from Harrison himself). Previews from 17 April; ends 22 May. And there is another not-to-be-missed chance to catch the National Theatre of Scotland’s tremendous Black Watch, by Gregory Burke, based on interviews with soldiers who served in Iraq. This is an extraordinary piece about what it takes to be part of the ‘War on Terror’. The show comes to England for the first time as part of a UK-wide tour which culminates at the Barbican (20 June-26 July).For those who require musical relief, there is a treat in store. The team behind Les Mis%26eacute;rables (Michel Legrand, Alain Boublil, Claude-Michel Sch%26ouml;nberg and Herbert Kretzmer) open the highly anticipated Marguerite, based on La Dame aux Cam%26eacute;lias, but set in occupied Paris. It stars Ruthie Henshall and Julian Ovenden and is the crowd-pleasing last production in Jonathan Kent’s season at the Theatre Royal Haymarket.But it is probably the National’s The Year of Magical Thinking that will (after Gone With the Wind) be the hottest ticket of the season. Vanessa Redgrave reprises her solo Broadway success in Joan Didion’s adaptation of her bestselling memoir, describing her life after the sudden death of John Gregory Dunne, her husband of 40 years. David Hare directs. At the Lyttelton (25 April-20 May).Classical From monsters to Punch, it spells boomtime for BirtwistleLost Highway David Lynch’s 1997 psychological thriller Lost Highway, his exploration of dislocation and desire via the troubled mind of jazz musician Fred Madison, might seem an unlikely candidate for conversion to opera. In its passionate mission to win new audiences for contemporary music-theatre, however, English National Opera has daringly done just that in an imaginative collaboration with the Young Vic designed to become an annual event. ‘A seething combination of sound and image’ is promised as off-Broadway director Diane Paulus adds state-of-the-art extra dimensions such as video footage and surround-sound to 40-year-old Austrian composer Olga Neuwirth’s score.Lost Highway, Young Vic, London SE1, 4-11 AprilA strong season for contemporary music continues in Birmingham on 14 April, when Oliver Knussen conducts the Birmingham Contemporary Music Group in Good Dream She Has, a new setting of texts from Milton’s Paradise Lost by British composer Luke Bedford (CBSO Centre, Birmingham). The following evening sees the Royal Opera stage the world premiere of Harrison Birtwistle’s The Minotaur. Starring John Tomlinson as a monster in search of his identity, it is conducted by Antonio Pappano (Covent Garden, 15 April-3 May).Four days later, in another joint venture with the Young Vic, ENO mounts a new production of Birtwistle’s controversial early work, Punch and Judy, tantalisingly billed as ‘not suitable for under-16s’. This will be the second production of this potent piece in a month, with Music Theatre Wales launching its version at the Linbury Studio Theatre tomorrow.English National Opera returns to more traditional fare with Lehar’s The Merry Widow, in a new staging by veteran John Copley (after the withdrawal of the Southbank’s Jude Kelly), with a cast led by Amanda Roocroft, Alfie Boe and Roy Hudd (Coliseum, London WC2, 26 April-30 May). Glyndebourne’s season opens on 18 May with hot young soprano Danielle de Niese, last year’s show-stealing Cleopatra, as Monteverdi’s version of Nero’s unfaithful empress in L’incoronazione di Poppea, directed by contentious Canadian Robert Carsen (18 May-4 July).Pop Back to basics with minimalist boy-girl duoThe Ting Tings Pop music is far too important to be left to anodyne pop bands. Step forward the Ting Tings, a sunny boy-girl duo from the dour rehearsal spaces of Salford, Greater Manchester. He: Jules De Martino, drums. She: Katie White, sings and plays rudimentary guitar. Some machines flesh out the rest. There’s not much to them and that’s the beauty of it. The Ting Tings’ music is a sassy playground taunt aimed at the dancefloor. Their opening salvo, last year’s infectious demo of ‘That’s Not My Name’, announced an outfit in thrall to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Toni Basil, both righteous and breezy. Their debut album, We Started Nothing, is due out on 19 May. Spring has officially sprung.With a loud, fast new album, Accelerate, REM have just announced summer festival and stadium dates. A gig at the Royal Albert Hall, London, on 24 March, kicks off a season of high-octane action.Ten years since their last (live) album, prodigal heroes Portishead are back with a glowering new one, Third, and a generous European tour (9-17 April). It really has been worth the wait.Last year’s Volta album was Bj%26ouml;rk’s most powerful in years. Her 18-month worldwide jaunt comes to Manchester Apollo on 11 April, bringing with it the usual carnival of unbridled creativity, an all-female brass section and a thumping great urgency (nationwide tour, until 4 May).In the second half of April, Indigo2, London, hosts a brainstorm of eclectic gigs from classy promoters Eat Your Own Ears. Four Tet and Sunburned Hand of the Man (24th), Wu-Tang Clan’s RZA playing as Bobby Digital (28th) and dance label Kompakt celebrating their 15th year (27th) are among the thrills in store.’Progressive patriot’ Billy Bragg is reclaiming St George’s Day from right-wingers. He’s headlining Still Looking for a New England, an alternative celebration of words and music at the Barbican Hall, London, on 23 April.From George to Gilbert: Brazilian guitar maestro Gilberto Gil brings his politically charged songs to the Barbican, London, on 31 March for a welcome one-off solo show.Led Zeppelin fans should indulge in the most gorgeous music that Robert Plant has made in ages, as he merges his voice with bluegrass singer Alison Krauss on a series of elegant covers. Birmingham, Manchester and Cardiff are blessed from 5-8 May, with a final show at Wembley Arena on 22 May.All Tomorrow’s Parties returns to its spiritual home at Camber Sands, East Sussex, on 9-11 May. Webziners Pitchfork curate and Hot Chip, the Hold Steady and Vampire Weekend all play. A second weekend, at Butlins Minehead (16-18 May) is curated by Explosions in the SkyFulfilling boyhood dreams, Kaiser Chiefs have hired their beloved Leeds United’s ground, Elland Road, for a one-day megagig on 24 May. Supports include Kate Nash and the Enemy; more will be announced.Troubled diva Liza Minnelli curtailed her tour last December, after she collapsed at the end of a gig in Gothenburg, Sweden. As befits a showbiz superstar, the show carries on in May. Minnelli plays three nights at the Coliseum, London (from 25 May), before heading across the UK.Finally, Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band bring their Magic tour to Arsenal’s Emirates Stadium (30-31 May); Manchester (28) and Cardiff (14 June) are the other pitstops.New albums are coming from Mariah Carey (14 April) and Madonna (28 April), but look out for the Last Shadow Puppets, Arctic Monkeys frontman Alex Turner’s side project (21 April), as well as new music from Spiritualized (19 May).Dance Buddhist monks meet Bruce Lee, plus an electric new work from Wayne McGregorSutra In 2005, Flemish-Moroccan choreographer Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui created the acclaimed Zero Degrees with dancer-choreographer Akram Khan and sculptor Antony Gormley. His new work, Sutra, which features 17 Buddhist warrior-monks from the Shaolin temple in China, reunites him with Gormley, who has constructed an environment for the piece. Both men are fascinated by Buddhism and its expression through kung fu, and their ideas are drawn together to a new score by Szymon Brzoska. Cherkaoui also performs Myth at the same venue, 16-17 May.Sutra, Sadler’s Wells, London EC1, 27-31 MaySadler’s Wells also has the pick of April’s dance events, starting with a season by the highly regarded Nederlands Dans Theater. With works by Jiri Kylian and Leon/Lightfoot, you can count on jaw-dropping production values and thoroughbred dance action. Whether the result adds up to numinous dance-theatre or pretentious spectacle is for you to decide (2-5 April). The following week, Wayne McGregor premieres Entity, a major new piece for Random Dance, set to music by Bj%26ouml;rk collaborator Nico Muhly and electronic master Jon Hopkins. For fans of visceral new dance, this will be one of the season’s hottest tickets.Something chillier on the other side of the Thames, meanwhile, as Maresa von Stockert presents her new piece, Glacier, which will be danced in a world of melting ice and falling snow (Queen Elizabeth Hall, 10, 11 April). In May, hoping to excise memories of its catastrophic 2006 visit orchestrated by Valery Gergiev, St Petersburg’s Kirov Ballet returns to these shores with a shining parcel of classics. Three programmes feature Balanchine’s Jewels, Don Quixote, and a gala night (13-17 May, Lowry, Manchester, 20-24 May Hippodrome, Birmingham).Finally, a promising dance programme at this year’s Brighton Festival includes Ballet National de Marseille’s UK premiere of Metamorphoses (Concert Hall, 3-4 May), and a triple-bill of aerial dance-theatre from Lindsey Butcher’s Gravity and Levity (Corn Exchange, 12-14 May; also touring).TV Alan Sugar and other treatsGossip Girl Blair and Serena used to be BFFs (Best Friends Forever), but then Serena left Manhattan under mysterious circumstances. Now she’s back in New York and hoping to start over, but there’s just one problem: with Blair as your frenemy there’s nowhere to hide. Welcome to Gossip Girl, the teen drama to end all teen dramas and the guiltiest pleasure of the season. Based on the bestselling novels, the funny, frivolous Gossip Girl is a Devil Wears Prada for the prep-school set, with eye candy in the shape of the three male leads, a love story from across the tracks and some of the wittiest putdowns around. Yes, it might be frivolous, but as the anonymous Gossip Girl herself says: ‘You know you love me.’ You may not want to, but in the end you will.Gossip Girl starts 27 March, 9pm, ITV2 The Apprentice is back for a fourth series (BBC1, 26 March) with 16 new egos lining up to feel the force of Sir Alan’s boardroom bark. The usual heady mix of arrogance, incompetence and desperation is assured, but can anyone match the panto presence of Katie Hopkins?Perking things up after the winter glut of costume dramas, Alexander McCall Smith’s The No 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency is a gentle Easter treat for all the family. The Anthony Minghella-Richard Curtis screenplay has soul singer Jill Scott in the lead and comes complete with meerkats, stunning Botswanan landscape and a hilarious cameo from David Oyelowo. (BBC1, Easter Sunday).US hit Dirty Sexy Money (C4, 21 March) promises lots of frothy, flippant fun. A smart send-up of celebrity and the super-rich, it stars Peter Krause (Six Feet Under) as a lawyer with values persuaded by property magnate Tripp Darling (Donald Sutherland) to represent his repulsive family.Julie Walters battles against BBC director-general Hugh Carleton Greene (Hugh Bonneville) in Filth: The Mary Whitehouse Story as the moral crusader holding back a tide of sin and depravity in Britain (BBC2).Throughout spring, BBC4 winds back 700 years to uncover religion, monarchy, architecture and the arts in a special Medieval Season. Highlights include Stephen Fry on the Gutenberg press (April), and Simon Russell Beale examining sacred music (21 March).All our American favourites are back, with the fourth season of Desperate Housewives (C4, 26 March) leading the pack, plus House and Grey’s Anatomy (both five, 20 March), Heroes (BBC2, April), Brothers and Sisters (E4, April) and My Name is Earl (C4, 20 March). Finally, the great British stalwart that is Doctor Who, returns in April (BBC1).

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The Absurdity of ”Independent” Kosovo

Saturday, February 16th, 2008

By George Szamuely

(Counter Punch)

With their unfailing passion for the inconsequential and their knack for doing the wrong thing at the wrong time, NATO leaders appear determined to carve the province of Kosovo out of Serbia and grant it independence. That they lack the physical, legal and moral power to bestow independent statehood to a part of a state that is neither a member of the E.U. nor NATO appears only to have emboldened them to use this issue to demonstrate Western resolve. Just as in the 1990s, and just as erroneously, a self-righteous West has seized on the Balkans as an opportunity to parade before the world in the unfamiliar guise of champion of democracy and national self-determination, and protector of Muslims.

Much as it did before the invasion of Iraq, the United States has said it will do whatever it wants to do — namely, recognize independent Kosovo — with or without U.N. sanction. Unlike Iraq, this time the Europeans intend to take an active part in the Easter egg hunt and are as determined to ignore the United Nations as the Americans. Confident that the new state of Kosovo will prove to be a reliable NATO/E.U. satellite, key European countries, and especially the ever-compliant British, promise to recognize Kosovo’s unilateral declaration of independence on the very day it happens.

The line from Brussels and Washington is that the status quo in Kosovo is unsustainable and that the status of Kosovo needs to be settled once and for all. Final status means independence and only independence. The Serbs have been told to forget about Kosovo and all the talk of historic patrimony and to focus instead on Europe (the grand name the European Union has arrogated to itself). Curiously, the Kosovo Albanians are not told forget about their national aspirations and focus on Europe. Yet their claim to statehood is particularly dubious since an Albanian state already exists in Europe. There doesn’t seem to be any reason to have two Albanian states.

Kosovo’s status is governed by U.N. Security Council Resolution 1244, which envisages only self-government for Kosovo, and acknowledges the sovereignty and territorial integrity of the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia. Kosovo’s status can’t be changed without a new resolution.

To be sure, the status quo is unsustainable. But this status quo is one entirely of NATO’s making. Eager to demonstrate that it had relevance even though the Cold War had long ended, NATO pulverized Yugoslavia with cluster bombs, depleted uranium and cruise missiles for 11 weeks, in the name of its newly proclaimed mission of humanitarian intervention. As the adoring media told and, in subsequent years, retold the story, the United States and its supposedly supine European allies were knights in shining armor, selflessly killing and destroying in order to rescue the oppressed Kosovo Albanians from the bloodthirsty Serbs. NATO forces marched into Kosovo, stood by passively as more than 250,000 Serbs fled or were driven out of the province and then cowered in the safety of their barracks in March 2004 as the Kosovo Albanians went on a bloody anti-Serb rampage.

Meanwhile, making use of the engineering skills of Halliburton subsidiary, Brown %26amp; Root Services Corp., the United States built a giant military base, Camp Bondsteel, covering some 955 acres or 360,000 square meters. The camp also includes a prison. According to Alvaro Gil Robles, Human Rights Commissioner for the Council of Europe, who visited the prison in 2005,

What I saw there, the prisoners’ situation, was one which you would absolutely recognize from the photographs of Guantanamo. The prisoners were housed in little wooden huts, some alone, others in pairs or threes. Each hut was surrounded with barbed wire, and guards were patrolling between them. Around all of this was a high wall with watchtowers. Because these people had been arrested directly by the army, they had not had any recourse to the judicial system. They had no lawyers. There was no appeals process. There weren’t even exact orders about how long they were to be kept prisoner.

Shamelessly, but not at all surprisingly, the U.S. political establishment, particularly its Clintonian wing (the bunch that did so much to destroy Yugoslavia), seized on the March 2004 anti-Serb pogrom as evidence that the Kosovo Albanians deserved independent statehood immediately. On March 28, 2004, columnist Georgie Anne Geyer quoted Richard Holbrooke as saying ‘The recognition of an independent Kosovo and eventual membership in the European Union would be the best way to bring permanent peace and stability to the Balkans.’ The leadership in Belgrade ’should finally come to terms with the new reality and choose either Kosovo or the E.U.but if Serbia chooses Kosovo over the E.U., it will end up with neither.

Holbrooke, permanent secretary of state in waiting, notoriously negotiated an agreement with President Slobodan Milosevic in October 1998. In return for the United States agreeing to put off the bombing of Yugoslavia for a few months, Milosevic agreed to withdraw Serbian security forces from Kosovo and permitted the arrival of an OSCE mission-the so-called Kosovo Verification Mission. The agreement wasn’t binding on the terrorist Kosovo Liberation Army (KLA), whose members armed themselves and committed terrorist attacks, the purpose of which was to provoke the Serbian forces to retaliate and thereby to provide a pretext for the bombing the Clinton administration was itching to launch. Milosevic, well aware of the trap that was being laid for him, went out of his way to avoid being provoked. The Kosovo Verification Mission did not remain passive in all of this. Led by William Walker, U.S. ambassador to El Salvador during the 1980s, the KVM actively colluded with the KLA, going so far as to fake the Racak incident in January 1999 that served to trigger the NATO onslaught. It isn’t surprising, therefore, that Holbrooke, who played such a crucial role in that earlier charade, should play an equally crucial role in today’s Kosovo charade.

Another establishment ticket-puncher, this time a member of its Republican branch, also weighed in early demanding independence for Kosovo. Frank Carlucci, a former secretary of defense and national security adviser in the Reagan administration and a former chairman of the Carlyle Group, global private equity firm for ex-government officials, wrote in the New York Times on Feb. 22, 2005,

The only solution that makes long-term sense is full independence for Kosovo, and the only question that remains is how to get there. The best approach would be for Washington and its five partners in the so-called Contact Group-Britain, France, Germany, Italy and Russia-to initiate a process for a final settlement, or Kosovo Accord. First the powers would have to establish a timeline and some ground rules. The goal would have to be independence for the entire province, and all other options — partition, or union with Albania or slivers of other neighboring states where ethnic Albanians live — would be off the table from the outset. Given the events of last March, the Kosovo Albanians would be informed that that the pace of their progress toward independence will be set by their treatment of Serbs and other minorities.

So progress toward independence should depend on how the Albanians treat Kosovo’s minorities. Holbrooke had no time for this. He ridiculed the notion that independence should in any way be connected to the Albanians’ treatment of the Serbs. Standards before status, he sneered in the Washington Post on April 20, was merely a delaying policy that disguised bureaucratic inaction inside diplomatic mumbo-jumbo. As a result, there have been no serious discussions on the future of Kosovo.

Standards before status or status before standards, it really didn’t matter too much. The United States pushed U.N. Secretary General Kofi Annan to launch a fraudulent process that would — so it was it believed — result in an independent Kosovo. In June 2005, Annan appointed Norway’s ambassador to NATO, Kai Aide, to determine if Kosovo has made sufficient progress in meeting accepted standards on democracy and minority rights to merit a decision on its final status. In October 2005, Aide duly reported to Annan that, yes, Kosovo had made splendid progress and that any further delay on resolving its final status would lead to catastrophe. Actually, the report said that the Kosovo Serbs fear that they will become a decoration to any central-level political institution with little ability to yield tangible results. The Kosovo Albanians have done little to dispel it. The report concluded that with regard to the foundation for a multi-ethnic society, the situation is grim. Nonetheless, there wasn’t a moment to be lost. What’s important, Annan said, is that talks begin soon.

Talks did indeed begin. Annan appointed former Finnish President Marti Ahtisaari as his special envoy to lead the negotiations on Kosovo’s final status. Talk about rewarding terrorism! The Kosovo Albanians rioted for several days in March 2004, and here they were, some 18 months later, about to be made a gift of independence. Ahtisaari was as likely to act the honest broker as Holbrooke. One of the posts he holds is chairman emeritus of the International Crisis Group (ICG), one of those George Soros-funded organizations staffed by out-of-office international worthies who invariably advocate for NATO expansion/intervention and unhindered U.S.-E.U. foreign investment. The ICG has for a long time been a fervent propagandist for an independent Kosovo. On its board sit such veteran bomb-the-Serbs alumni as Wesley Clark, Zbigniew Brzezinski, Joschka Fischer, Morton Abramowitz and Samantha Power.

The negotiations under Ahtisaari’s aegis inevitably went nowhere, as they were meant to. Given that key NATO/E.U. officials had already declared that independence was inevitable, the Kosovo Albanians knew they only had to sit tight, reject any option other than independence and prepare to collect their reward within a few months.

In March 2007, Ahtisaari reported to the new U.N. secretary general, Ban Ki-moon, that the negotiations’ potential to produce any mutually agreeable outcome on Kosovo’s status is exhausted. No amount of additional talks, whatever the format, will overcome this impasse. Therefore, he announced,

I have come to the conclusion that the only viable option for Kosovo is independence, to be supervised for an initial period by the international community. My Comprehensive Proposal for the Kosovo Status Settlement, which sets forth these international supervisory structures, provides the foundations for a future independent Kosovo that is viable, sustainable and stable, and in which all communities and their members can live a peaceful and dignified existence.

Washington, London, Brussels and other capitals immediately embraced Ahtisaari’s proposal and his noble, but entirely vacuous, sentiments. Since a massive NATO military presence had not sufficed to ensure that Kosovo’s communities and their members lived an even minimally peaceful and dignified existence (as even Kofi Annan’s envoy Kai Aide had admitted), the idea that in an independent Kosovo the province’s minorities would be flourishing was laughable. Kosovo’s Serbs — the few that remain — live behind barbed wire and need armed escort whenever they step outside their enclaves. According to a recent European Commission report, only 1 per cent of judges belong to a minority group and less than 0.5 per cent belong to the Serbian minority. Only six of the 88 prosecutors belong to minority groups. Overall, the report concluded, little progress has been made in the promotion and enforcement of human rights.

None of this really matters. The United States, the European Union and Ahtisaari himself are as serious about protecting Kosovo’s minorities as they are about creating an independent state there. In fact, the last thing one would call the state that Ahtisaari envisages is independent.

To be sure, land would be taken away from Serbia, and the Kosovo’s Serbs, Turks, Roma and other minorities would be booted out, even as NATO/EU officials will doubtless go on avowing their commitment to a multicultural, multiethnic, multi-whatever Kosovo. To be sure, Brussels will probably succeed in bribing a few Serbs to come back to — or even make a home in — Kosovo. These returnees will then be touted as evidence that Kosovo is embracing European values.

However, there is no plan to permit Kosovo’s Albanians to run their own affairs. First of all, as in Bosnia, ultimate power will reside with an internationally-appointed bureaucrat. This position of colonial viceroy known as the International Civilian Representative (ICR), will be held by one of the West’s innumerable, interchangeable has-been politicians moving from one sinecure to another. The ICR will, for example, have the authority to [t]ake corrective measures to remedy, as necessary, any actions taken by the Kosovo authorities that the ICR deems to be a breach of this Settlement. Such corrective measures would include annulment of laws or decisions adopted by Kosovo authorities, sanction or remov[al] from office [of] any public official or take other measures, as necessary, to ensure full respect for this Settlement and its implementation, final say over the appointment of the Director-General of the Customs Service, the Director of Tax Administration, the Director of the Treasury, and the Managing Director of the Central Banking Authority of Kosovo. There’s democracy for you.

In addition, the European Union is to establish a European Security and Defense Policy (ESDP) Mission. This mission shall assist Kosovo authorities in their progress towards sustainability and accountability and in further developing and strengthening an independent judiciary, police and customs service, ensuring that these institutions are free from political interferenceand shall provide mentoring, monitoring and advice in the area of the rule of law generally, while retaining certain powers, in particular, with respect to the judiciary, police, customs and correctional services.

The ESDP mission will have [a]uthority to ensure that cases of war crimes, terrorism, organised crime, corruption, inter-ethnic crimes, financial/economic crimes, and other serious crimes are properly investigated according to the law, including, where appropriate, by international investigators acting with Kosovo authorities or independently. The mission will have the authority to ensure crimes are properly prosecuted including, where appropriate, by international prosecutors acting jointly with Kosovo prosecutors or independently. Case selection for international prosecutors shall be based upon objective criteria and procedural safeguards, as determined by the Head of the ESDP Mission. The mission will have the authority to reverse or annul operational decisions taken by the competent Kosovo authorities, as necessary, to ensure the maintenance and promotion of the rule of law, public order and security. The mission will have [a]uthority to monitor, mentor and advise on all areas related to the rule of law. The Kosovo authorities shall facilitate such efforts and grant immediate and complete access to any site, person, activity, proceeding, document, or other item or event in Kosovo.

There is also to be an International Military Presence (IMP) established by NATO; it is to operate under the authority, and be subject to the direction and political control of the North Atlantic Council through the NATO chain of command. NATO’s military presence in Kosovo does not preclude a possible future follow-on military mission by another international security organization, subject to a revised mandate. Furthermore, the IMP is to have overall responsibility for the development and training of the Kosovo Security Force, and NATO shall have overall responsibility for the development and establishment of a civilian-led organization of the Government to exercise civilian control over this Force, without prejudice to the responsibilities of the ICR. The IMP will be responsible for: Assisting and advising with respect to the process of integration in Euro-Atlantic structures and advising on the involvement of elements from the security force in internationally mandated missions.

So, Kosovo will have no say on taxation, on foreign and security policy, on customs, on law enforcement. The only thing independent about independent Kosovo is that it will be independent of Serbia. In fact, there is not the slightest pretense that duly elected Kosovo authorities will have any say about anything other than perhaps refuse collection, though, doubtless even here, the authorities will have to follow E.U. guidelines or pay a penalty.

Not that this talk of mentoring, monitoring, training, assisting, advising and investigating should be taken too seriously. After all, the United Nations hasn’t taken it too seriously during the past 8_ years; why should the European Union? Given the E.U.’s contempt for international law, its pride over its member-countries’ participation in the 1999 bombing of Yugoslavia, its dismissive attitude toward Serbia’s concerns about the loss of its sovereign territory and its jurisdiction over its nationals, the idea that the E.U. is now ready to draw its sword and to come to the aid of Kosovo’s minorities is laughable. The soaring rhetoric over Kosovo’s supposed extraordinary progress, under U.N. auspices, contrasts starkly with the reality. According to Amnesty International’s recent report on U.N.-style justice in Kosovo,

[H]undreds of cases of war crimes, enforced disappearances and interethnic crimes remain unresolved (often with little or no investigation having been carried out); hundreds of cases have been closed, for the want of evidence which was neither promptly nor effectively gathered. Relatives of missing and ‘disappeared’ persons report that they have been interviewed too many times by international police and prosecutors new to their case, yet no progress is ever made.In terms of recruitment, it appears that at no stage were serious efforts made to identify and recruit the most highly qualified, experienced and appropriate candidates in the world for the job.A significant concern regarding the fairness of the trials conducted by international judges and prosecutors is the lack of attention that has been given to the rights of the defense.Many of the trial proceedingsare conducted in a language not understood by the accused or their counsel. They are not simultaneously translated in full, but simply summarized. In some cases, translated transcripts of trial proceedings are not available until long after the time for an appeal has passed.It is disturbing that of the war crimes cases conducted only onehas involved a non-Albanian victim. In that case one of the 26 victims was Serb.

Some of the problems Amnesty mentioned: Trials are conducted in absentia; there’s use of anonymous witnesses; reconstructions of the crime take place without the accused and defense counsel being present; poor translation and interpretation and use of summaries by interpreters instead of verbatim interpretation; poorly reasoned, unclear and ‘incomprehensible’ decisions; judgments based on eyewitness testimony contradicted by forensic evidence or the prior testimony of the witnesses; discrepancies between the evidence and the verdict or insufficient evidence to support the verdict; and significant differences between the oral judgment and the written judgment. Otherwise, the judiciary is in great shape, and likely to get even better under E.U. guidance.

No report about Kosovo’s dismal human rights record or its economic and political failure as a ward of international busybodies, no invocation by Serbia and Russia of international law, the Helsinki Final Act or U.N. Resolution 1244 makes any difference: Washington says it will do what it before the invasion of Iraq — ignore the United Nations and recognize independent Kosovo. Brussels says it will do likewise. Unlike 2003, however, the Russians this time have a card up their sleeves. If Kosovo is to be permitted to secede, the Russians have argued, then why not other nationalities or ethnic groups living as minorities within someone else’s state? As examples, President Vladimir Putin pointed to South Ossetia, Abkhazia, Nagorno-Karabakh and Transnistria. But he could have mentioned innumerable others: the Hungarians in Slovakia and Rumania, the Basques and Catalans in Spain, Corsicans in France, the Flemish in Belgium, Russians in Estonia and Latvia, the Turkish Cypriots.

The West responded with fury to the Russians’ argument. Russia’s position is cynical. It has no power to regain Kosovo for Serbia and the Kremlin plays its own secessionist games in Georgia and Moldova. President Vladimir Putin has simply been using Kosovo as a handy stick to beat the West and to remind the world that Russia still wields a Security Council veto, the New York Times thundered in an editorial on Dec. 6, 2007. Holbrooke accused Putin of seeking to reassert Russia’s role as a regional hegemon. The suggestion that Kosovo has any bearing on any other territorial dispute was spurious, he declared. Kosovo is a unique case and sets no precedent for separatist movements elsewhere. Why? [B]ecause in 1999, with Russian support, the United Nations was given authority to decide the future of Kosovo. This is a typically shameless Holbrooke lie. The U.N. was authorized to set up an interim administration under which the people of Kosovo can enjoy substantial autonomy within the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia.

Moreover, given the utter failure of the U.N. administration to fulfill most of the provisions of 1244, invoking this resolution as authorizing the U.N. to do something is particularly egregious. According to 1244, among the responsibilities of the interim administration was Demilitarizing the Kosovo Liberation Army, Establishing a secure environment in which refugees and displaced persons can return home in safety and ensuring that an agreed number of Yugoslav and Serbian personnel will be permitted to return to perform the following functions: Liaison with the international civil mission and the international security presence.Maintaining a presence at Serb patrimonial sites; Maintaining a presence at key border crossings. Needless to say, none of this ever took place. In any case, even if the U.N. was given the authority to decide Kosovo’s future, then that’s precisely what Russia, as permanent veto-wielding member of the Security Council, is insisting on by rejecting unilateral secession.

That Kosovo was unique has been the Western officials’ mantra for months. On Dec. 19, Zalmay Khalilzad, permanent U.S. representative to the U.N., told the U.N. Security Council that Kosovo is a unique situation — it is a land that used to be part of a country that no longer exists and that has been administered for eight years by the United Nations with the ultimate objective of definitely resolving Kosovo’s status.The policies of ethnic cleansing that the Milosevic government pursued against the Kosovar people forever ensured that Kosovo would never again return to rule by Belgrade. This is an unavoidable fact and the direct consequence of those barbaric policies.

On Dec. 21, Assistant Secretary of State for European and Eurasian Affairs Daniel Fried said Kosovo is obviously a unique case because there’s no other place in the world where the UN has been administering a territory pursuant to a Security Council resolution. So there’s nothing else like it, so it clearly isn’t a precedent. It is our view that Kosovo is not a precedent, not for any place. Not for south Ossetia, not for Abkhazia, not for Transnistria, not for Corsica, not for Texas. For nothing. Nothing. On Nov. 28, Under Secretary for Political Affairs Nicholas Burns declared It’s a unique situation. Milosevic tried to annihilate over one million Kosovar Albanian Muslims. He was denied that by NATO. We fought a war over it. And the United Nations and NATO and the EU have kept the peace there for eight-and-a-half years. And now, fully 94 or 95 per cent of the people that live there are Kosovar Albanian Muslims.

The sheer absurdity of Burns’ hysterical statement illustrates the lengths to which Western officials will go to justify what obviously can’t be justified. Milosevic tried to annihilate over one million Kosovar Albanian Muslims? The Foundation for Humanitarian Law led by Nata_a Kandi_, much beloved and much bankrolled by Western governments and non-governmental organizations, runs a project seeking to establish the number of dead and missing in Kosovo. According to an article in the Croatian magazine, Globus, The project has documented 9,702 people dead or missing during the war in Kosovo from 1998 to 2000. Of this number, as things stand now, 4,903 killed and missing are Albanians and 2,322 are Serbs, with the rest either belonging to other nationalities or their ethnic identity remaining uncertain. One should add also that these numbers say nothing about how people were killed, whether in combat or otherwise, and by whom. And there’s no clarification as to how many were killed by NATO bombs. What these numbers do reveal is that it was the Serbs, not the Albanians, who suffered disproportionately in Kosovo. If Burns is right and fully 94 or 95 per cent of the people that live there are Kosovar Albanian Muslims, that means that there are 19 times as many Albanians as there are Serbs in Kosovo. Yet, according to these numbers, the Albanians’ casualty numbers are only slightly more than twice the size of the Serb casualty numbers.

The war between Armenia and Azerbaijan over Nagorno-Karabakh resulted in far worse casualty numbers. The U.S. State Department itself admits, More than 30,000 people were killed in the fighting from 1992 to 1994.According to the CIA, over 800,000 mostly ethnic Azerbaijanis were driven from the occupied lands and Armenia; about 230,000 ethnic Armenians were driven from their homes in Azerbaijan into Armenia.

In any case, if bad treatment of the local population were to disqualify a state from exercising sovereignty over part of its territory, then an awful lot of countries would be eligible for enforced amputation: Turkey would have to be stripped of Turkish Kurdistan; Israel would long ago have been given the boot from the West Bank and other occupied territories; Indonesia would be denied Aceh and Papua; Pakistan would lose Waziristan.

Kosovo’s claim to independent statehood is based on one fact only: The Albanians are the overwhelming majority in Kosovo. They are Muslims in a Christian state to which they don’t want to belong. Yet this argument is convincing only to the willfully ignorant. First, the majority of Kosovo may be Muslim; but the Kosovo Albanians are only a small minority within Serbia as a whole. Kosovo would vote overwhelmingly for independence; Serbia would vote overwhelmingly against. Serbia is a legal entity; Kosovo is not. A Serbian vote trumps a Kosovo one. Second, there is nothing unusual about an overwhelmingly-Muslim inhabited province existing within a state that is overwhelmingly non-Muslim. There are the Muslim Moros who inhabit Mindanao in the Philippines. There is the Xinjiang province in China. There is Kashmir, overwhelmingly Muslim, many of whom live under Indian rule. Russia is replete with provinces in which the population is overwhelmingly Muslim — Tatarstan, Bashkiristan, Dagestan, Chechnya. Northern Cyprus is overwhelmingly Muslim — yet, except for Turkey, no country in the world recognizes it as an independent state. Muslim Narathiwat, Pattani and Yala provinces in Thailand are waging an insurgency to free themselves from Bangkok’s Buddhist rule. And of course, there is the West Bank, yet another Muslim population, subjected to the rule of non-Muslims. In all of these cases, there has been an Islamic insurgency, a war seeking to liberate Muslims from the rule of non-Muslims, and considerable government repression. Yet, Western leaders do not splutter about unsustainable status quos, they do not demand immediate U.N. Security Council action, they do not insist that independence must be granted immediately and they do not threaten to ignore the United Nations and embrace a seceding state.

Moreover, Kosovo has hardly made an even remotely plausible case for its having earned independence. First, for all the talk of Kosovars and Kosovans, the residents of Kosovo identify themselves as either Serb or as Albanian; the languages they speak is either Serbian or Albanian. Creating a second Albanian state in Europe makes no sense whatsoever. It doesn’t govern itself. It is a ward of various international bodies. Economically, it is a basket case, and lives off vast handouts. Kosovo is an example of an ethnic minority grabbing a piece of territory, permitting unrestricted immigration by its co-nationals from a neighboring state, ethnically cleansing the territory of all other groups and thereby creating an artificial overwhelming ethnic majority, and then demanding that these actions be rewarded by the bestowal of independent statehood.

By comparison, the provinces whose demand for recognition the West rejects have been self-governing entities for years. A newly-independent Kosovo would have poor relations with Serbia and would be subjected to an economic blockade. Its electric grid is integrated within Serbia’s electric grid. Its debt has been taken care of by Serbia.

Compare Kosovo with Transnistria. Transnistria declared itself independent of Moldova in 1990. Transnistria functions as a presidential republic, with its own government and parliament. Its authorities have adopted a constitution, flag, a national anthem and a coat of arms. It has its own currency and its own military and police force. Yet the U.S.-E.U. position is that Transnistria has no right to independence, and that Moldova’s territorial integirty must be respected. In 2003, the U.S. and E.U. announced a visa boycott against the 17 members of the leadership of Transnistria, accusing them of continued obstructionism. In 2006, Ukraine introduced new customs regulations on its border with Transnistria, declaring it would only import goods from Transnistria with documents processed by Moldovan customs offices. The U.S., E.U. and OSCE applauded Ukraine’s action, even though it was effectively imposing a blockade. In 2006, Transnistria held a referendum in which 97.2 percent of voters voted for independence. The OSCE refused to send observers, and the E.U. immediately announced that it wouldn’t recognize the referendum results. This is the same OSCE, E.U. and U.S. that, a few months earlier, had leapt to recognize the results of Montenegro’s independence referendum, despite the fact that the vote in favor of independence was a bare majority, rather than the two-thirds normally required for a constitutional change, and that Montenegrins living in Serbia were denied the right to vote in the referendum.

Compare Kosovo with South Ossetia. Ossetians have their own language. South Ossetia had been an autonomous oblast within the Soviet Socialist Republic of Georgia. In 1990, the Georgian Supreme Soviet revoked its autonomy. The OSCE declared its firm commitment to support the sovereignty and territorial integrity of Georgia. In November 2006, 99 percent of South Ossetians voted for independence from Georgia. The usual gaggle of international bodies howled with indignation. The European Union, OSCE, NATO and the USA condemned the referendum. The Council of Europe called the referendum unnecessary, unhelpful and unfair.[T]he vote did nothing to bring forward the search for a peaceful political solution. The OSCE declared South Ossetia’s intention to hold a referendum counterproductive. It will not be recognized by the international community and it will not be recognized by the OSCE and it will impede the peace process. NATO Secretary General Jaap de Hoop Scheffer said On behalf of NATO, I join other international leaders in rejecting the so-called ‘referendum’.Such actions serve no purpose other than to exacerbate tensions in the South Caucasus region.

Nagorno-Karabakh can also make a vastly stronger case than Kosovo for independence. Since 1923, the Nagorno-Karabakh Autonomous Oblast had been part of the Azerbaijan Soviet Socialist Republic, even though about 94 percent of its population was Armenian. In November 1991, the parliament of the Azerbaijan SSR abolished the autonomous status of the oblast. In response, in December 1991, Nagorno-Karabakh held a referendum, which overwhelmingly approved the creation of an independent state. Yet the E.U., the OSCE and the United States took the line that Nagorno-Karabakh must remain a part of Azerbaijan, irrespective of the fact that almost 100 per cent of the populace wants out. Interestingly, in declaring itself independent in 1991, Azerbaijan claimed to be the successor state to the Azerbaijan republic that existed from 1918 to 1920. The League of Nations, however, did not recognize Azerbaijan’s inclusion of Nagorno-Karabakh as part of Azerbaijan’s claimed territory. This makes Nagorno-Karabakh’s inclusion within Azerbaijan even more questionable. If the states that seceded from the Soviet Union are to be regarded as independent states, it’s hard to see on what basis parts of those states are to be denied the right to independence.

In 2002, Nagorno-Karabakh held a presidential election; in response, the European Union presidency declared The European Union confirms its support for the territorial integrity of Azerbaijan, and recalls that it does not recognise the independence of Nagorno Karabakh.The European Union cannot consider legitimate the ‘presidential elections.’…The European Union does not believe that these elections should have an impact on the peace process.

In December 2006, Nagorno-Karabakh held another referendum on independence: Something like 98 per cent favored independence. The European Union immediately announced it wouldn’t recognize the results of the referendum and said that only a negotiated settlement between Azerbaijan and ethnic Armenians who control the region can bring a lasting solution.The E.U. recalls that it does not recognize the independence of Nagorno-Karabakh. It recognizes neither the ‘referendum’ nor its outcome. The E.U. added that holding the referendum pre-empts the outcome of negotiations and that it did not contribute to constructive efforts at peaceful conflict resolution. The E.U.’s attitude here is strikingly different from its attitude on Kosovo. On Kosovo, the E.U. holds Serbia’s refusal to relinquish its sovereign territory as the reason for the failure of negotiations, which supposedly is the justification for Kosovo’s declaration of independence.

The West’s entire approach to Kosovo has been marked by sordid dishonesty and bad faith, supporting national self-determination and the right to secession in one place and territorial integrity in another, cheering on ethnic cleansing by one ethnic group and demanding war crimes trials for another, trumpeting the virtues of majority rule when it’s convenient to do so and threatening to impose sanctions and penalties on majorities when that’s convenient. For the Americans, Kosovo is nothing more than the hinterland of a giant military base, a key presence in the eastern Mediterranean should Greece or Turkey prove unreliable. As for the duly grateful Albanians, they are expected to repay their benefactors by agreeing to be cannon fodder in future imperial wars. For the Europeans, Kosovo is an opportunity to show the world that Europe counts for something and to conduct various pointless social experiments in multiculturalism and multiconfessionalism — particularly pointless since Kosovo will be one of the most ethnically homogeneous places in Europe.

–George Szamuely lives in New York and can be reached at:

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A moonlit stroll through yesteryear

Sunday, February 3rd, 2008

It may be hard to believe (or just really sad), but I develop a kind of emotional attachment to games comparable to the relationship between a dumped prom date and a box of fudge. Everyone has their favorite comfort foods they retreat to when life gets too stressful — I have a similar list of video games.

Like most comfort items, these games date back to my pre-teen years of innocence, before multiple coats of high school and college cynicism covered my senses. At no other time in my life did I feel so deeply connected with everything I played, everything I watched and everything I read (mostly Stephen King “comfort” books). I doubt I’ll ever feel that way again.

So for those who wonder what a volunteer game critic holds up on his pedestal, my three favorite games were actually released for the obscure and long-defunct Sega CD system.

“Lunar: The Silver Star” for the Sega CD (1993)

Never have I worked so hard to acquire a video game. And never before (or since) has life so divinely met my far-flung expectations.

I first encountered “Lunar” in “GamePro” magazine, which featured a glowing review of the game that changed my three-pronged-interaction existence. Until “Lunar,” showed up, my gaming life in the early 1990s was pretty simple. There were games where you shot things (and people.) There were games where you beat up things (and people.) And there were games where you drove things (and ran over people.)

But “Lunar” was offering something different. The game contained a sprawling adventure that put the player in the role of a boy who wants to grow up to be hero. Along the way, you met hundreds of people who would engage you in conversation, ask for help and even join you. There wasn’t even an option to beat them up.

Held up to the glaring light of today’s standards, this simplistic role-playing-game is kind of quaint. You and your party of adventurers entered a village, talked to the townsfolk to find out what their crisis was and then headed to the source of the problem — a dreary cave full of beasts that had to be slain in order to gain experience points. A gigantic monster (called a “boss“) always sat at the end of the cave, requiring all of your strength to defeat it.

And no matter what the town crisis was, killing the big monster usually solved it.

As a child, I didn’t bother breaking games down to their most basic components. I experienced “Lunar” as a full-fledged adventure, my own “Neverending Story” that lasted 40 hours instead of two.

I still felt that way last week when the aging game pulled me in for a five hour “comfort” marathon. My girlfriend looked on in horror, trying to convince me there was life beyond my dented position in the couch.

“Snatcher” for the Sega CD (1994)

Most games you play once. A select few are so astounding that you just have to play ‘em twice.

I’ve played “Snatcher” more than 10 times over the past 14 years. I can’t explain why, exactly, but the game fulfills my deepest fantasy — to be a detective on the hunt for killer robots.

“Snatcher” is the type of interactive mystery that is still rarely seen in the industry, which is surprising considering the breadth of niche genres the market now supports. The controls are simple — you simply choose to “Look,” “Investigate,” and “Talk” to the people around you using a text bar at the bottom of the screen.

Filled with hours of spoken dialogue and intrigue, the game takes place in a future where man-sized robots called “Snatchers” (which look suspiciously similar to the cyborgs in “The Terminator”) are attempting to take over Japan. To accomplish their goal, the killer robots masquerade as government officials by killing them and wearing their skins.

I hadn’t seen “Blade Runner” when the game was released, so to me, the concept was entirely original. But writer/director Hideo Kojima, who is now known for his incredibly convoluted but fascinating “Metal Gear Solid” series, has a panache for stealing ideas and making them his own.

This was the first game I ever played that dealt maturely with the themes of divorce, drug addiction and personal loss. It’s the kind of game I would make today if I knew how, but without the killer robots.

I think that’s been done by now.

“Lunar 2: Eternal Blue” for the Sega CD (1995)

What a surprise. One of my favorite games happens to be a sequel to one of my other favorite games.

The world had grown more complicated in 1995 — it was the year I had my first mysterious experience with the Internet (chat rooms were the fad instead of blogs), and Japanese games like “Lunar 2″ were taking a critical look at religion.

Describing the religious scene in Japan is like trying to tell time with a leaky hour glass. Shinto is the country’s home-team religion, but managed to co-exist peacefully with Buddhism when China introduced the latter into the country during the sixth century. Half of Japanese citizens describe themselves as non-religious, yet most weddings tend to be Shinto ceremonies and funerals are generally governed by Buddhist priests.

“Lunar 2″ utilizes the game play and adventurous theme of the first game, but paints a nasty picture of churches in the role of organized religion. Commoners in the game view the priests as money-grubbing dictators dedicated only to expanding their temple through demanded contributions. The church is feared for its practice of enforcing strict policies in a formally free-wheeling religion dedicated to celebrating nature and life (much like Shinto).

It was a theme I saw repeated in numerous Japanese RPG games I played over the years. A bit of my innocence was gone, but my global view of religion broadened quite significantly.

It wasn’t often a game required me to think.

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Bob Dylan # 12 & 35 (and 47, and 66 . . .)

Saturday, January 19th, 2008

Yet there’s scarcely a note of condemnation in the movie. It’s more the prismatic study - as objectively chaotic as specimen slides and blood smears scattered on a laboratory floor - of an ambitious schizoid hung up on mystique.It’s also a disaster. I’m Not There has no real grip on itself, or on anything in the world. Its energy dwindles entropically from the opening scenes, and in the absence of any pervading, controlling vision of what things are adding up to, the viewer is left reaching for mere bits of felicity, scraps of cleverness that flap flotsam-like at the margins of scenes. Haynes’s good idea remains an idea, flesh lacking the supporting bones of drama.I’m Not There is organised, to the degree it is, around six Dylan-like figures. None is called Bob Dylan, and some bear no resemblance to the man himself, but each refers to a mythically familiar phase of the artist’s career.Ramblin’ Bob, the ragamuffin of hobo jungles and carnival roads, is incarnated in a 13-year-old black boy (Marcus Carl Franklin). Protest Bob (Christian Bale) is a surly cuss who starts out singing civil-rights songs and ends up a California evangelist. Movie Star Bob (Heath Ledger) makes his fame playing Bale’s Dylan in a 60s movie, and spends the rest of the film cheating on his wife in a brutal reduction of the Dylan-Sara Lowndes marriage. Pop Star Bob (Cate Blanchett) is Blonde on Blonde Dylan in his androgynous, razor-thin, polka-dotted essence. Outlaw Bob (Richard Gere) is a grizzled hermit of the New Old West, Dylan reconstituted as a Billy the Kid still running from Pat Garrett.Finally, what might be called String Tie Bob (Ben Whishaw) is a nervous chain-smoker who responds cryptically, at intervals, to the needling inquiries of a faceless committee.Each “Dylan” inhabits a unique world with its own visual style, and all are spliced together to the tune of some free-associative strategy that never makes itself known to the audience. For perhaps the first 20 minutes - scenes that touchingly visualise several early Dylan legends (Bobby respectfully strumming at Woody Guthrie’s deathbed) - the viewer rides along, carried by folksy humour, the greenery of an indistinct American past, and the music. (The soundtrack is mostly Dylan originals, with a handful of cover versions in the mix.)Baby boomers may amuse themselves with fictionalised references to familiar figures (Julianne Moore as a faux-Joan Baez; Michelle Williams as an amalgam of Edie Sedgwick and Nico; David Cross as Allen Ginsberg - fiendishly good casting). When Dylan goes to England in the form of Blanchett’s “Jude Quinn,” there to perform rock and roll and take abuse, the Beatles appear for a pot summit and inspire a sweet sight gag.Beyond such grace notes, it should be recorded that Blanchett is remarkable: if what she does is not precisely acting, it’s more than impersonation, and definitely watchable. As for the music, there are enough great song cues to prolong a viewer’s hope that sound-plus-image will provide an emotional substance otherwise absent. So there are smiles in I’m Not There; chills, too, and recurrent anticipation of a quietly shattering experience.But by the halfway point a feeling has descended like a dry blanket - a feeling that not only is the film not going anywhere, but that it hasn’t truly been anywhere. That it will not deepen or solidify; that it will not amount to anything. That time is running out and whatever epiphany awaits in the last reel will fail to reclaim so many wasted moments and muffled hopes. Indeed, there is an epiphany - a final shot that lasts a nice long time, that is transfixing visually and musically - and indeed it fails to reclaim, recapitulate or redeem anything.The movie is seldom less than easy on the eyes, partly because it is shot by a great cinematographer, Ed Lachman, and partly because it rediscovers the cinematic 1960s and 70s as a treasure chest of multi-layered, multi-screen possibilities. Haynes draws visual fillips and general feelings from quintessential 60s cinetexts such as Petulia (wheelchair dowagers leaving a freight elevator), Performance (Gere’s outlaw being driven to his execution), A Man and a Woman (young lovers ramble in soft focus), Persona (the televised self-immolation of a Buddhist monk) and 8 1/2 (Blanchett besieged by garden-party grotesques). There are also heavy infusions of Godardian free-form, the self-indulgences of post-60s counterculture cinema and the druggy dregs of Sam Peckinpah’s Westerns maudit.To acknowledge the film’s visual beauty, creativity and referential vigor is to be reminded of how inadequate those things are without other things - things like narrative drive, coherence and the emotional logic that unites the mind and the nerve endings.Todd Haynes’s films always inhabit this gap between body and brain, dramatic impulse and intellectual distance. The environmental-sensitivity metaphor Safe (1995) was sterile in the extreme, though admirably rigorous, flirting with utter inertia before revealing its core of transformative terror in the last shot. Raw elements of passion, fear, and perversity drove Haynes’s best film, Velvet Goldmine (1998), another phantasy on pop music as costume and idolatry, disappearance and reinvention.But 2002’s Far from Heaven - a replication of the 50s CinemaScope soaps of Douglas Sirk, with their racial and gay subtexts brought out front - has been both Haynes’ most popular film and his most emotionally cadaverous.Maybe the happiest thing to say about I’m Not There is that it is bold enough to be a mess, and self-indulgent enough to embody the worst tendencies of its subject. That is, it’s a failure of the kind that Dylan himself is uniquely prone to committing.His 1970 album Self-Portrait may have been the first Big Dylan mess: sprawling, full of wasted tangents and sudden blasts of soul, a shattered mirror reflecting shards of ego to no real purpose. His 1975 film Renaldo and Clara - that marathon fact-fiction meld drawn from the verit?records of the Rolling Thunder Tour - was a more self-conscious (and laborious) masquerade in which real Dylan cohorts portrayed fanciful creations in a soap-opera roundelay.So it may not be surprising that Haynes, confronted with this kaleidoscope of styles and costumes, finds his critical intelligence stunted and stupefied; that he seems thrown back, like Dylan himself, onto vaporous musings on Identity Itself, the enigma that is “Bob”.That’s no longer enough - if it ever was. It would be easy to say I’m Not There fails because it is too ambitious, but the real problem may be that it’s not ambitious enough. Real ambition is not the compounding of sensations and fragments to make an impressive chaos, but the marshaling (not mastering) of chaos so that even dissociation makes associative sense and apparent randomness creates subliminal logic - something comprehensible to the viscera, if not the higher faculties.Art doesn’t have to understand, but it has to at least suspect; it can’t merely wonder. It needs an animal sense of structured drama, a through-line that makes enigma seductive and evolving. Persona - to draw a comparison clearly relevant to Haynes’s own aims - was at least as cryptic as I’m Not There, just as bent on dramatic indeterminacy and psychological ambiguity. But the deeply quiet film fairly roared with that animal sense.Bergman knew when to shock with montage, when to exploit the narrative conventions our myth-fed brains seem to need, and when to unify consciousness with empty space in a white room, as his camera stared at actors while they talked or stared at each other. He knew how and when to look his subjects, and his audience, in the eye. Maybe that’s what Haynes fails to do. Certainly, that’s what I’m Not There needs: not just fragmentation, but unification; not just conundrum, but comprehension.Or are we missing the whole point, failing to read the invisible ink? I’m Not There: is the film’s title also its solution? Is it not only the subject of this study who vanishes again and again, but the study itself that evanesces as it occurs and turns to smoke the instant it is touched, leaving us wondering if it was ever there at all?Again, that’s only an idea; again, flesh without bones. We need more.

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That’s the best thing we’ve read all year - part two

Saturday, January 19th, 2008

Hilary MantelAnn Wroe calls her book Being Shelley (Cape) ‘a life of a poet from the inside out’. It is a remarkable experiment in form by a stylish writer, a persuasive and inspiring work that pays close attention to sources but takes the imaginative freedom to suggest what the poet’s inner world might have been like. Claire Keegan’s Walk The Blue Fields (Faber) is a glowing story collection from an Irish writer described by one critic as ‘already touched by greatness’. I agree.Charlie HigsonYou can keep your Bookers, your Oranges and your Nobels, there is only one book of the year. And, while she doesn’t need any more publicity, the fact is JK Rowling has done so much for the industry that every writer in the country should be falling to the ground and kissing her feet (which she would hate, but might make a good spectacle). Yes, we may be jealous of her sales, but the phenomenon of thousands of kids queuing up until midnight to buy her books cocks a snook at all those whingeing statistics that try to persuade us that the book is dead. The Deathly Hallows (Bloomsbury) was a great end to an extraordinary series that will remain at the heart of children’s literature for a very long time.Edward LucasA Soldier’s War in Chechnya by Arkady Babchenko (Portobello). A worthy successor to the murdered Anna Politkovskaya.Kate MosseAgatha Christie: An English Mystery by Laura Thompson (Review). Her admirers included PG Wodehouse, Clement Attlee and PD James and yet, partly because she was so prolific, Christie’s works rarely appear in the ‘Best of …’ lists. There remains an undercurrent of snobbery that holds that her books were simple, not very well written, which fails to take into account either Christie’s storytelling and plotting abilities or the visceral emotions beneath the genre surface of the greatest novels. Thompson’s outstanding biography lays these, and other literary prejudices, to rest.Jane StevensonRichard Mabey’s Beechcombings (Chatto %26 Windus), an exploration of our relationship with trees which gives the impression of being a set of merely personal musings and turns out to contain some wonderfully subversive, far-reaching and unsentimental thinking about man and nature.Andrew MotionLetters of Ted Hughes (Faber) is intensely fascinating, moving and impressive: it’s the book of a lifetime, not just a year, and edited by Christopher Reid with a mixture of lightness and precision which allows us to see the exceptional range of Hughes’s interests, as well as the wonderful generosity of his spirit. Everyone who cares about Hughes himself, about writing in general, and about poetry in particular should put it on their Christmas list. And they’d do well to add Roger Lovegrove’s Silent Fields (Oxford), an account of the long decline of British wildlife. Although its messages are undoubtedly deeply depressing, it’s nevertheless a rousing call to action.David KynastonEstates: An Intimate History by Lynsey Hanley (Granta). A humane and challenging take on the noble but tragically flawed history of council housing.Romesh GunesekeraNicola Barker’s Darkmans (Fourth Estate) is the sort of book I usually avoid: 800-plus pages, odd font, eccentric spacing. Reading it was a bit like watching half a cricket match with no scoreboard. Sometimes I had no idea of what was going on, but then would be amazed by its sudden flashes of brilliance. It gave me quite unexpected pleasure. My other choice couldn’t be slimmer. Jamie McKendrick’s Crocodiles %26 Obelisks (Faber) has fewer words in its 64 pages than in any chapter of prose, but each page amply fulfils an anticipated pleasure. Writing poems about the way we live now is difficult. McKendrick does it with rare wit, taking on both history and geography in a way that few other contemporary poets do.Gerard WoodwardNikita Lalwani’s Gifted (Viking), which was longlisted for the Booker Prize. A sparklingly funny and poignant study of a young maths prodigy struggling with her gift and a difficult family.Colin ThubronYoung Stalin by Simon Sebag Montefiore (Weidenfeld %26 Nicolson). Vividly written and exhaustively researched, this remarkable book gives new insight into the making of the monster, who often emerges less as a steely ideologue than a repellent rogue - but more complex and multi-faceted than before.Chimamanda Ngozi AdichieA Golden Age (John Murray), Tahmima Anam’s graceful novel about a family affected by the Bangladeshi war of independence.Adam Mars-JonesI very much enjoyed Boris Akunin’s Special Assignments (Weidenfeld %26 Nicolson), a pair of novellas set in Imperial Russia featuring his detective Erast Fandorin, and found time to catch up with his other protagonist, a mischievous nun, in last year’s Pelagia and the White Bulldog (Weidenfeld %26 Nicolson). It is escapism of a very high standard.Nicci GerrardRoger Deakin wrote his meditation on trees and woods, Wildwood: A Journey Through Trees (Hamish Hamilton), while he was dying: bluebell groves, pencils, timber beams, coffins, owls shrieking in the forests at night. It’s a wayward, random, reckless pilgrimage, just about held together by his romantic and adorable joy. And never forget Unknown Bown (Guardian Books): 100 enchanting and haunting photographs by The Observer’s unique and inimitable Jane Bown.Diane AbbottHalf of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (Harper Collins). This is an amazing novel based around the time of the Biafran War. She writes as well about the parent-child relationship as she writes about the privations of war, and she writes with exceptional vividness about love and romance.Michael DobbsThe Triumph of the Political Class (Simon %26 Schuster) by Peter Oborne. Oborne never shrinks from his task. The proposition that the Blairites have torn any meaning from the heart of political discourse is scarcely new, but what makes this book different is the passion with which Oborne engages in his chosen battle. He names the names, and reminds us all too painfully that this new breed of over-spun politicians cheapen not only themselves but the rest of us, too.Caroline MichelReading a proof of Clarissa Eden’s wickedly witty Clarissa Eden: A Memoir (Weidenfeld %26 Nicolson) during the summer of Blair’s ‘will he/won’t he resign?’ made me feel as if history was repeating itself. Eden’s touching account of her ageing uncle, Winston Churchill, clinging cantankerously to office, driving everyone around him to despair, felt so of the moment, as from one minute to the next he changed his mind about the timing of his departure. Illuminated by Cate Haste’s sensitive editing, it brings to life the people, an era and an age fast disappearing.Jonathan SacksDrew Westen’s The Political Brain (Public Affairs). One of the most insightful books on politics and the art of persuasion in recent years.Ali SmithThe book of the year for me - and I suspect it’ll be a book of the many years to come - was Nicola Barker’s Darkmans (Fourth Estate). It’s a novel of prestigious craft, energy, risk, sleight of hand and linguistic generosity and acuity, and a funny, faster-than-virtual take on what’s contemporary and what’s history and how the twain meet and never will meet.John KampfnerThe Icarus Girl (Bloomsbury) by Helen Oyeyemi is a remarkable tale of the paranormal, childhood emotions and two very different societies, Nigeria and Britain, written with uncommon maturity. Oyeyemi is one of the UK’s most important young literary talents and wrote this, her first novel, while she was still at school. Of the several great novels I have read this year by the likes of Orhan Pamuk, Kiran Desai, Philip Roth, David Mitchell, this left the strongest impression.John MortimerIn The Ghost (Hutchinson) Robert Harris has written an entertaining story about a hack writer who is invited to ‘ghost’ the autobiography of a Prime Minister who bears a striking resemblance to Tony Blair. It is a memorable commentary on the essential vanity of politicians. In Spilling the Beans (Hodder %26 Stoughton) Clarissa Dickson-Wright is equally entertaining about her own life as a not particularly successful barrister, a more successful cook and a champion of the countryside. She said she was conceived in a bath because, her mother told her, they were always extremely busy after the war. She’s kind about some politicians, such as Jack Straw, whom she says is too honest to get to the top. She also has the distinction of becoming ill with quinine poisoning because of all the tonic she took with her gin.Ralph SteadmanI took two challenging books to read in a cabin on Lake Huron in Canada in September: The Idiot by Dostoevsky (Penguin Classics) and District and Circle by Seamus Heaney (Faber). But what instead caught my eye was a ‘reader’s proof’ lying on the coffee table of The Cult of the Amateur (Nicholas Brealey) by Andrew Keen. He has had the temerity to point out that our search for instant wisdom through, say, Google and Wikipedia provides not necessarily what is most true or reliable - merely what is most popular. I read it in one sitting then went outside to fish for our supper, firmly believing that the poor fish that swallows my squirming worm on a barbed hook is infinitely smarter than the idiot on the other end holding the rod.Owen SheersAC Grayling’s Against All Gods (Oberon Books) may not have received as much attention as other books challenging the role of religion in society, but it provides a crucial contribution to the debate. Philosophical where Dawkins is scientific and Hitchens is worldly, these essays are combative spurs to discussion, requiring believers and non-believers to step up to the mark and engage in thorough self-enquiry. Above all, the book is a treatise of ethical humanism, offering an alternative moral code, where it is the ‘real things … love, beauty, music, the company of fr