PAUL DONOVAN is chilled by the contemporary resonance of Harper Lee’s coming of age tale amidst racism and white supremacy in this excellent production
SAUDADE isn’t an English word but I wish it was, so I am appropriating it for international socialism.
It describes a state of profound nostalgic, melancholic longing for something or someone that one loves but is forever gone — or didn’t exist in the first place.
There has been a lot of it about over the past few weeks, largely in the context of chameleon entertainer and all-round pop genius David Bowie, whose artistic reaction to his own impending death was the match of his 1970s triumphs.
WILL STONE takes a ticket to indie disco heaven, but misses the rarely performed tunes
CARL DEATH introduces a new book which explores how African science fiction is addressing climate change
TOM STONE checks the political coordinates of a festival where the pleasures of nostalgia were (sometimes) harnessed to a new message
From sexual innuendo about Blackpool Rock to Bob Dylan’s ‘God-almighty world,’ the corporation’s classist moral custodianship of pop music has created a roll call of censored artists anyone would feel honoured to join, writes NICK MATTHEWS


