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

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Interview with Bani Abidi

Interview

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...

A huge swirl of whipped cream, garnished with a drone, a fly, and a maraschino cherry: so insistent that I avert my eyes on purpose, like how I won’t look at strangers revving the engines of bright convertibles Still, each time I circle the traffic-choked drain of Trafalgar Square on my bicycle, I can’t avoid it It squirts into my consciousness an airy sugar, a heady fume   Heather Phillipson’s The End (2020) is the Fourth Plinth’s latest topping; since 1998, the public art project has invited contemporary artists to respond to the square and its monuments The project has resulted in a number of meditations on imperialism, such as Yinka Shonibare’s Nelson’s Ship in a Bottle (2010) and Michael Rakowitz’s The Invisible Enemy Should Not Exist (2019), as well as middle fingers to the patriarchy, as with Katharina Fritsch’s giant blue Hahn/Cock (2011) Hans Haacke’s skeletal, riderless Gift Horse (2015), its front legs wrapped in stock market ticker-tape, embodied the vulture-pecked wealth of the city’s dead centre Invoking themes of surveillance and empty excess, Phillipson doesn’t break from this cynical tradition The piece was conceived and commissioned in 2016, the year that finally dug the grave of American exceptionalism with Donald Trump’s election, and of the European project with the Brexit referendum; the year that Phillipson says she ‘lost her sense of humour’ to despair Hence the titular fatalism of The End, in spite of its ludicrously pop encasement 2020’s cascading disasters, and the attendant strain placed on public consensus and societal cohesion, have only clarified Phillipson’s worst instincts, turning The End into a portent of a precarious era   Phillipson initially planned The End for Trafalgar Square’s everyday atmosphere of touristic fantasy and formalised dissent, intending instant pleasure with a top note of subversion But on March 16 — the eve of the first nationwide lockdown, coinciding with The End’s scheduled unveiling — the square’s protesters, buskers, tourists, and gaggles of teens evaporated as

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

Skye Arundhati Thomas


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Art

July 2011

Interview with Steven Shearer

Vanessa Nicholas

Art

July 2011

Canada’s representative at the 54th Venice Beinnale is Steven Shearer, a soft-spoken and mild-mannered Vancouver-based artist whose work delves...

poetry

Issue No. 3

Camera & Even After He is Gone, the Cat is Here and I Cast My Suspicions on Him

Toshiko Hirata

TR. Jeffrey Angles

poetry

Issue No. 3

Camera You take my sweet sleeping face You take my innocent smile You take my large breasts Even though...

poetry

February 2013

Redacted, Redacted

Les Kay

poetry

February 2013

Here the censorship, which you’ve taught yourself, is self-inflicted (low sugar, low fat); it begins with the swinging shadow...

 

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