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Film review: Hit the Road (Iran)

Sounds interesting and hugely significant too.

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I went to see Iranian film Hit the Road in the summer, but things got in the way and I never wrote it up.

This is a critically acclaimed road movie, written and directed by Panah Panahi (the son of director and political prisoner Jafar Panahi), and released in 2021, which features a loving, eccentric family as they make their way across country. (Peter Bradshaw in The Guardian has interestingly noted that an entirely new genre has effectively evolved in Iranian cinema, comprising films “shot semi-covertly in a car”, as a tactic to avoid state interference.)

The family is made up of two parents, chain-smoking father Kosro (played by Hassan Madjooni, and nursing a broken leg), the mother (played by Pantea Panahiha), adult, taciturn son Farid (Amin Simiar), his mischievous, much younger brother (played by Rayan Sarlak) and their sick dog. The success of Sarlak’s naturalistic performance really stands out…

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This England…

“now bound in with shame,
With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds”- Seems so apposite to describe the currently benighted state to which we have been brought.

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This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it,
Like to a tenement or pelting farm:
England, bound in with the triumphant sea
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,
How happy then were my ensuing death!

I’ve found John of Gaunt’s famous speech from Shakespeare’s Richard II in my mind quite frequently of late; I enjoyed teaching the play to sixth-formers a number of times. When I looked it up, I found that rather too much of it was a paean to royalty, kings, nobility, conquest and colonialism and other such…

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Language by John Tustin

Tiffany Renee Harmon's avatarEphemeral Elegies

The noises echo at night

With no one else on the street.

There are no streetlamps

And the headlights have to do too much work.

I try to interpret the signs,

The sounds as best I can

Because I can hardly see anything.

Since I moved here

I’ve forgotten much more

Than I’ve learned.

Since I moved here

I’ve lost my old language

And never acquired the new one.

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About the Poet:

John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.

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Discover Manet & Eva Gonzalès

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Edouard Manet, Portrait of Eva Gonzalès, 1869-70. National Gallery, London

“Eva Gonzalès (1847–1883), the daughter of a prominent writer, entered Manet’s studio in 1869, at the age of 22. This exhibition is a chance to find out more about her; her relationship with Manet, a figurehead for the Impressionist generation, her own work, and what her experience as a woman artist in 19th-century Paris might have been. The exhibition also sets the portrait of Eva Gonzalès in a broader context by including self portraits made by women from the 18th to early 20th centuries, comparing and contrasting them with portraits painted of them by their male fellow artists and teachers. These include paintings by Elisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun (1755–1842), Angelica Kauffmann (1741–1807), Berthe Morisot (1841–1895), Alfred Stevens (1823–1906), and Laura Knight (1877–1970), among others.”

The National Gallery, London

Thanks for Visiting 🙂

~Sunnyside

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The Last White Man by Mohsin Hamid (Pakistan)

It sounds like a majorly significant read if harrowing in places.

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Pakistani-British author Mohsin Hamid was born and partly raised in Lahore, Pakistan, and has also been based in London and New York. I’ve read his earlier books The Reluctant Fundamentalist and Exit West, which I liked, but I always felt (pre-blog) that I’d read them at surface level somehow, and failed to appreciate the sub-text or nuance.

The Last White Man, published this year, comes in at 180 pages so it fits nicely into this year’s annual Novellas in November challenge. The writing style, if not the content, reminded me somewhat of Rachel Cusk’s writing in novels like Transit, I think it’s because there are lots of sub-clauses and long sentences, though I don’t have one of her books to hand to check!

The book opens in an unnamed country with Anders (an uber-white name – I initially assumed the action was set in the UK, but…

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The Italian Girl, by Iris Murdoch

The novel by Murdoch which I remember best is of course, “The Sea, The Sea”. This clip is interesting- https://youtu.be/m47A0AmqxQE

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Almost the first thing I learned in English 101 at Melbourne University, was that the English novel has its origins in morality plays. And with apologies to Proper Academics who know what they’re talking about when it comes to Iris Murdoch, I reckon The Italian Girl is not one of IM’s ‘bad novels’ as Kenneth Trodd would have it in the New Left Review from 1964.  His review was paywalled, so I could only read a bit of it, sufficient to know that he took A Dim View of this novel, describing it as a genre between Green Penguins and old Gothic. I think that The Italian Girl has its origins in morality plays and a Shakespearean comedy of errors. The novel masquerades as melodrama and it’s not meant to be realism.  Rather, it uses a modern day quest for inheritance and identity to mask its framework of temptation, sin…

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Autumn Path, Columbia River Gorge, Oregon

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Cassatt, Capuçon, and Saint-Saëns

Beautiful pastels!

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Mary Cassatt, Lydia Leaning on her Arms (1879), pastel on paper, Image Source: wikimedia

hr-Sinfonieorchester – Frankfurt Radio Symphony ∙ Gautier Capuçon, Violoncello ∙ Alain Altinoglu, Dirigent ∙ hr-Sinfoniekonzert ∙ Alte Oper Frankfurt, 14. Februar 2020 ∙

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Works by Mary Cassatt at Nationa Gallery of Art, Washington, DC

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Mary Cassatt’s Pastels at the National Gallery

Mary Cassatt at The Art Story

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Happy Friday! 🙂

~Sunnyside

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Waterfall Canyon,Takachiho, Japan

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Autoportrait Day 278~ Eve Drewelowe