The bard celebrates two other fine practitioners of the art, and laments a lost brewer
THROUGHOUT post-classical art, there’s a venerable tradition of male erotica hiding in plain sight.
Michelangelo’s David, Fabre’s Death of Abel and numerous scantily clad — if a little punctured — Saint Sebastians, to name but a few, indulged homosexual desire as much as they conveyed religious sentiment, and often more so.
For the most part, these works were only ever gazed upon by an elite, privileged few. But, as John Berger pointed out, mass-production democratised the image as much as the printing press did the written word.
NADIA JOSEPH welcomes a survey of the role that TV played in the debate over apartheid and race relations in Britain
MARJ MAYO recommends a well illustrated and very positive account of an extraordinary period in local government history
JULIA THOMAS unpicks the mental processes that explain why book-to-film adaptations so often disappoint
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


