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Skye Arundhati Thomas is co-editor of The White Review.

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Interview with Bani Abidi

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Issue No. 33

Skye Arundhati Thomas

Interview

Issue No. 33

In the three-minute short Mangoes (1999) by Berlin-based Pakistani artist Bani Abidi, two women sit next to each other on a white table, each with...

Art Review

February 2019

Simryn Gill, Soft Tissue

Skye Arundhati Thomas

Art Review

February 2019

I walked into Simryn Gill’s exhibition SOFT TISSUE at Jhaveri Contemporary on one of the worst days of an...

‘The avant-garde can’t be ignored, so to ignore it – as most humanist British novelists do – is the equivalent of ignoring Darwin Then you’re just a creationist’ Tom McCarthy, in an interview with the Guardian     Art has renounced the desire to give form to the world Having ceased to be modern, and finding it too passé to be postmodern, art is now merely contemporary, which seems to mean nothing more then yesterday’s art at today’s prices  Mackenzie Wark, The Beach Beneath the Streets   There it is, ‘Fountain’, Duchamp’s notorious upturned urinal, signed in black paint R Mutt This one is a facsimile, the original having been lost in New York shortly after its rejection by the Society for Independent Artists in 1917 Today this replica of a readymade sits within a glass box in the Barbican’s art gallery; skeins of tourists surround it, awaiting enlightenment, snapping it on smart-devices, their faces stretched into that look of seriousness that avant-garde art seems uniquely placed to provoke Would Duchamp laugh? I suspect he would   The show in which ‘Fountain’ features brings together several of Duchamp’s most infamous pieces (or at least editions of them) with works by four American artists who loosely define Hal Foster’s neo-avant-garde as outlined in his Return of the Real (1996), namely John Cage, Merce Cunningham, Robert Rauschenberg and Jasper Johns Viewing the exhibition is a strangely mute, oddly haunting experience Here sat silent behind glass is Rauschenberg’s box of nails, an object that only gains meaning when it is shaken, a Cagean chance experiment in sound the performance of which is said to have evoked the pithy ‘I believe I’ve heard that tune before’ from Duchamp; an anecdote that serves to compound a view of him as the arch European sophisticate to his wide-eyed American puppy dogs  Over there are Cage’s visual scores, deadened under the white light of the sepulchral institution; they are the trace and shell of Cage’s joyful, democratic energy Like the

Contributor

February 2018

Skye Arundhati Thomas

Contributor

February 2018

Skye Arundhati Thomas is co-editor of The White Review.

Bani Abidi & Naeem Mohaiemen, I wish to let you fall out of my hands (Chapter 1)

Art Review

February 2018

Skye Arundhati Thomas

Art Review

February 2018

Loneliness is mostly narrative. It also has an aesthetic: an empty tableau in which the lonely act is performed. In Naeem Mohaiemen’s Tripoli Cancelled...
The characters in We That Are Young reside at ‘The Farm’ – a sprawling house in New Delhi complete with its own topiary of fat peacocks, bulbous pink flowers with English names, Fendi furniture, and a room in which it snows at the press of a button It’s not far removed from reality – Antilla, the world’s first billion-dollar residence for a single family of four, is a 40-storey building that towers over the suburbs of South Mumbai, replete with a staff of over 600 people, its own electrical power grid, ten-storey parking for a collection of unusable vintage cars, and a room, of course, where it snows on demand In dialogue with Shakespeare’s King Lear, Taneja’s debut novel explores the lives of a family that owns a multinational conglomerate, ‘The Company’, to which each character’s fate (and inheritance) is inextricably tied We have our patriarch, the Lear figure, Devraj; his three daughters Sita, Radha and Gargi; and his right-hand man Ranjit’s two sons, Jeet and Jivan The embarrassment of riches makes for an irresistible, if outlandish, setting; Taneja vividly indulges our intrigue in the way the rich conduct their daily lives, letting her words ooze out their luxury – filthy, yet so desirable After a particularly gruesome scene in which Radha administers the plucking out of a man’s eyes, she steps back into her suite and calls for a pot of first flush Assam, and rose macaroons   A reinterpretation of Shakespeare is the perfect postcolonial conquest: he remains the epitome of the Western canon, patriarchal, and repeatedly failing to include representations of the ‘other’ without recourse to parody Mainstream appropriations of Shakespeare in South Asia, such as Bollywood filmmaker Vishal Bharadwaj’s trilogy Maqbool (Macbeth), Omkara (Othello), and Haider (Hamlet), have generally taken us to rural settings, wherein tragedy is relegated to a matter of the lower castes Taneja, a Shakespearean academic and human rights activist, eschews such stereotypes, and goes straight for the jugular: the innate hypocrisy of the Indian class and caste system ‘It’s not about land, it’s about money,’ states the first line of the book, taking
Preti Taneja’s ‘We That Are Young’

Book Review

October 2017

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September 2014

Missing Footage

Raphael Rubinstein

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September 2014

The discovery of absences (lacks, lacunae) and their definition must in turn lead the filmmaker as composer to the...

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Issue No. 8

The White Review No. 8 Editorial

The Editors

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Issue No. 8

The manifesto of art collective Bruce High Quality foundation, the subject of an essay by Legacy Russell in this...

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Issue No. 20

From a Cuban Notebook

J. S. Tennant

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Issue No. 20

Beneath the rain, beneath the smell, beneath all that is a reality a people makes and unmakes itself leaving...

 

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