As an English student, I suppose you could say that I’m quite fond of literature as a whole. My tastes vary widely, from the stray Murakami novel to Mary Berry’s autobiography (#byebbc). When any of my favourite books are signed up to be displayed on the movie screen, my feelings tend to veer towards excitement, apprehension or both. We can all list at least one film adaptation that has left us cripplingly disappointed; however, that doesn’t stop many people, myself included, from procuring visions in our heads of miscellaneous books being brought to life before our very eyes – usually with our favourite character being played by our celebrity crush. Here is a list of four novels that need to be visually depicted by the likes of Wes Anderson, Tarantino, or Coppola as soon as possible!
A good book can place you into a culture without having been there, or enhance it further by travelling and recognizing what the authors meant when they were writing. Some of my favorite holidays have been made even better by having a good book by my side that gives me an authentic insight to the culture I’m experiencing.
Stereoscope Magazine is again welcoming literary and photographic submissions, this time for their big issue entitled PERIPHERY:
I understand that everyone reading this won’t be an English Literature student, and that for most reading is far less important than, say, their jobs (pesky, pesky jobs.) Allow me, the girl who has done an extensive amount of legwork in this area, to inform you of the classics that are actually a pleasure to read. Not all of us want to scour our way through War and Peace in the original Russian (hollah my mother,) so here are some lovely and easy-to-read options for your morning commute. And then casually talk about with your parents and/ or elderly relatives over slightly distasteful glasses of wine.
Villains appeal to the basic desires we cultivate from our earliest bedtime stories. They taught us right from wrong, good from bad, and continue to impact the decisions we make into adulthood; that is, if whoever read to you used the voices, otherwise you’re on your own. Antagonists, as we get older, become infinitely more complex than the simple archetypes for jealousy or wrath. Good antagonists, even more so. But they’re what we remember long after the book has been renegaded to the shelf. They’re the characters that truly frighten us, that we hate, or even that we understand the most. I’ll go through these categories and find you the perfect book for those of you who secretly wish for world-domination, or even just to give you an excuse to throw your book against the wall. Apologise to your book bindings, and please don’t break your kindle. Here we go.
Reading, like most things, is a matter of preference; some love it, some hate it and some only bring out the books during the hours spent on the beach in summer. Despite this, it is a sad fact that reading is a pastime met with far more disdain than any others (apart from maybe train spotting or stamp collecting). When you happen to mention your love of literature or that your university degree involves the reading of fiction, some common reactions are either ‘urgh really’ or ‘why would you want to read?’ It is the latter that I think is the most difficult to explain.
Casablanca is a second-rate film. It’s a strange mash-up, riddled with clichés, character inconsistencies and continuity errors. But, as philosopher Umberto Eco argues, all those elements – the muddle of eternal archetypes we use to tell ourselves stories – that almost made it awful, somehow elevated it to a higher plane: “there is a sense of dizziness, a stroke of brilliance.” Ladies and gentlemen, The Great Gatsby is our Casablanca.
May Ball is one of the most highly anticipated events of the year and I was looking forward to my first time at this event (especially after organising an intense queuing schedule for tickets that involved me getting up at 4am). Unfortunately, the normal classic ticket holder (such as myself), didn't entitle you to much. Aside from access to Kinkell itself the only bonus you got was access to the three fairground rides, one of the bigger highlights of the evening.
Roll up, roll up. Ladies and gents, I have a story to tell you. Last night, there was yet another Black Tie event. [Yes, insert review here.] But bear with me on this. St Andrews is at saturation point. Do we need so many tired, formulaic events? And did we need this one?