I’M just back from a month in southern India, where all is lush, peaceful, and communist. In Kerala, this translates as higher literacy rates, greater gender equality, and less desperate poverty, rather than gulags and Stalinist pogroms. Like the rest of secular India, religion is everywhere; temples, mosques and churches tranquilly co-exist side by side. All gods are catered for.
Imagine you go on a blind date and meet someone from another country with whom you fall deeply in love. You’re already successful, independent and at the top of your career. But you’ve fallen in love, so you jack it all in, move countries, and leave everything — work, friends, family, support system, identity — behind to become rebranded not as yourself, but as the wife of the person you have just married. The things you do for love.
A dystopian novel published earlier this year, The Warehouse, based on the workings of Amazon, makes repeated reference to something called the Black Friday Massacres. How these fictional massacres have impacted on fictional consumers, making them entirely dependent on online shopping because going to the actual shops is too dangerous.
Suzanne harrington To the fizzing excitement of millions of tweens everywhere, the Disney movie Frozen II is almost upon us. This time Elsa and Anna will take off somewhere even more frozen, accompanied by a freezer full of songs and Olaf the snowman. Cue merchandising tsunami. As before, it’s the sisters who are the stars of the show; there is no male lead. No prince, no hero, no rescuer. The heroines are self-rescuing.