The line between truth and fiction is stretched thin to the point of invisibility. We encounter this line constantly, in the media, and in memoir. Memories are fallible. Do we care?
The general election is coming, like Christmas but even less fun than hearing Snoopy’s Christmas every day for two months. The hoardings are up. So how do they look?
Can using someone’s preferred name be idealogical unpalatable? And is this something the Free Speech Union should be protesting about? An interesting New Zealand case is in the news again.
Monuments and museums memorialise people and philosophies, including the Stalin Museum in Gori. When we change our attitude to past events, should we change our monuments?