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CULTURAL CORNER by Shaista Tayabali 

A new personal cultural column from villager Shaista Tayabali that this month covers everyone from Vic Franklin and Tom Hanks to Degas.

On a bright November afternoon I decided to go for a walk - not as regular an occurrence as it ought to be in my life (or in most of our lives, according to various statistics) - but here I was, walking directly into sunshine, when I bumped into some Little Shelfordians also on the same quest. In the middle of the pavement, we stopped, exchanged greetings and began to discuss our various art, theatre and cinema related ventures.


And it occurred to me there and then, mid-conversation, that a cultural report in this newsletter might be something to delight in.


I missed Bridge of Spies at the village hall - did you catch it? Tom Hanks and Mark Rylance, famous for being two of the nicest guys in the movie business immersing themselves in one of the more sinister periods in recent human history, was no doubt serious acting at its finest.


A cinema treat I did catch was Stephen Sondheim’s musical Follies at Saffron Screen, although it was being screened across the nation on the same day. When I returned home and jumped on Twitter, I saw that #Follies was trending. Imelda Staunton’s musical turn in particular had the country by the tear ducts. I know her well from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - she was gleefully evil as Professor Dolores Umbridge - but here she was vulnerable, poignant and fierce in her extraordinary, unrequited passion for a rather ordinary man. At the last we see her, collapsed on the stage, all passion spent, eyes clear now, and the rest of life with her husband to contemplate. Will they overcome the emotional affair? Meanwhile, when the metaphorical curtains rose and the audience began their verbal assassination, a man behind us said, ‘There was too much singing in that for me.’ And a woman to his right said, ‘There was too much dancing in that for me!’ Et la. We cannot be satisfied.

Degas: A Passion For Perfection is on at the Fitzwilliam Museum until January 14th. I must find a way to visit him, although I’ve heard Matisse in the Studio at the Royal Academy, London - featuring the actual physical objects that the impressionist painted - was the winter exhibition to attend.



Closer to home, one of the local literary book clubs featured Liz Hodder, a Bloomsbury expert, to dissect the lives of Vanessa, Duncan, Lytton, Virginia, Leonard, et al. I thought she did an excellent job of creating postcard biographies, just deep enough to tempt the newcomer, or satisfy those of us familiar to the triangled, quadrangled, square rooted lives and loves of that street.


Finally, on a more personal note of artistry, because I am her daughter after all, my beloved mother Perveen taught a portraiture art class at the Pavilion and I think she was brilliant even though I wasn’t there to see it. I knew the effort she took to make the class zing, and having seen the final selfie portraits, I know I’m not simply biased. They have such character and energy, each artist using different mediums to make their faces speak. If you were inspired, and wanted to join the art group, Vic Franklin is the man to ring (01223 842276).


So there we are. December begins today, and Christmas will be upon us before we can say, “Do we have enough mince pies?’ Answer: ‘We can never have enough mince pies.’ Merry Christmas and may the weeks ahead bring more joy than stress!


Shaista Tayabali December 2017 
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