London destination states it remains in very first phases of four-month procedure of developing figure of UK prime minister
Her automated mottos and stilted election project might have made her the label Maybot, however a much more lifeless version of the prime minister will be revealed.
Madame Tussauds has actually revealed the commission of a wax figure of Theresa May that is to be positioned outside the Downing Street set at the London tourist attraction, signing up with political heavyweights such as Donald Trump and Angela Merkel.
The long read: When she was 30, Suzy Hansen left the US for Istanbul and began to realise that Americans will never understand their own country until they see it as the rest of the world does
My mother recently found piles of my notebooks from when I was a small child that were filled with plans for my future. I was very ambitious. I wrote out what I would do at every age: when I would get married and when I would have kids and when I would open a dance studio.
When I left my small hometown for college, this sort of planning stopped. The experience of going to a radically new place, as college was to me, upended my sense of the world and its possibilities. The same thing happened when I moved to New York after college, and a few years later when I moved to Istanbul. All change is dramatic for provincial people. But the last move was the hardest. In Turkey, the upheaval was far more unsettling: after a while, I began to feel that the entire foundation of my consciousness was a lie.
For all their patriotism, Americans rarely think about how their national identities relate to their personal ones. This indifference is particular to the psychology of white Americans and has a history unique to the US. In recent years, however, this national identity has become more difficult to ignore. Americans can no longer travel in foreign countries without noticing the strange weight we carry with us. In these years after the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, and the many wars that followed, it has become more difficult to gallivant across the world absorbing its wisdom and resources for ones own personal use. Americans abroad now do not have the same swagger, the easy, enormous smiles. You no longer want to speak so loud. There is always the vague risk of breaking something.
Some years after I moved to Istanbul, I bought a notebook, and unlike that confident child, I wrote down not plans but a question: who do we become if we dont become Americans? If we discover that our identity as we understood it had been a myth? I asked it because my years as an American abroad in the 21st century were not a joyous romp of self-discovery and romance. Mine were more of a shattering and a shame, and even now, I still dont know myself.
I grew up in Wall, a town located by the Jersey Shore, two hours drive from New York. Much of it was a landscape of concrete and parking lots, plastic signs and Dunkin Donuts. There was no centre, no Main Street, as there was in most of the pleasant beach towns nearby, no tiny old movie theatre or architecture suggesting some sort of history or memory.
Most of my friends parents were teachers, nurses, cops or electricians, except for the rare father who worked in the City, and a handful of Italian families who did less legal things. My parents were descendants of working-class Danish, Italian and Irish immigrants who had little memory of their European origins, and my extended family ran an inexpensive public golf course, where I worked as a hot-dog girl in the summers. The politics I heard about as a kid had to do with taxes and immigrants, and not much else. Bill Clinton was not popular in my house. (In 2016, most of Wall voted Trump.)
We were all patriotic, but I cant even conceive of what else we could have been, because our entire experience was domestic, interior, American. We went to church on Sundays, until church time was usurped by soccer games. I dont remember a strong sense of civic engagement. Instead I had the feeling that people could take things from you if you didnt stay vigilant. Our goals remained local: homecoming queen, state champs, a scholarship to Trenton State, barbecues in the backyard. The lone Asian kid in our class studied hard and went to Berkeley; the Indian went to Yale. Black people never came to Wall. The world was white, Christian; the world was us.
We did not study world maps, because international geography, as a subject, had been phased out of many state curriculums long before. There was no sense of the US being one country on a planet of many countries. Even the Soviet Union seemed something more like the Death Star flying overhead, ready to laser us to smithereens than a country with people in it.
Acclaimed Northern Irish author Bernard MacLaverty has actually taken 16 years to complete his newest book. A great deal of things simply obstructed, he states
I n his coat recommendation for Bernard MacLavertys Midwinter Break, the renowned American author Richard Ford explains the brand-new book as much-anticipated. It is a respectful method of stating that MacLavertys 5th book has actually been taken its time in coming. Sixteen years, to be exact, because his last, The Anatomy School, and longer still if you return to the magnificence days of the 1980s and 1990s when this Belfast-born however Glasgow-based author was all over, winning acclaims and rewards in equivalent step for his narrative collections (A Time to Dance, Walking the Dog and The Great Profundo), his books Cal and Lamb, both which he adjusted as well-known movies starring respectively Helen Mirren and Liam Neeson, his tv series and radio plays, and his Booker-shortlisted Grace Notes in 1997.
A case of authors obstruct? More life obstructing of art, MacLaverty responds, set down nervously on the edge of his armchair in a main London hotel as we talk. I have a journal note from 2001, when Madeline [his spouse] and I went to Amsterdam for a break in January. I presume I was beginning to believe about the task from there, however there were so lots of things that came along to get in the method.
Among the interruptions he notes and this simple and affable 74-year-old has a timely sheet to hand were: an un-turn-downable invite from Scottish Opera to compose a libretto; 2 years as a symphonic music DJ on Radio Scotland; a five-year stint on a film script based upon Robin Jenkinss fantastic 1950s unique, The Cone Gatherers, which lastly concerned nought when the manufacturer behind the task passed away; a collection of narratives; and Bye-Child, a Bafta-nominated brief movie of a poem by his buddy Seamus Heaney, which he directed in 2003.
And, he includes, Ive likewise had 8 grandchildren because time. Or we have. His 4 developed kids, 2 kids, 2 ladies, all reside in the exact same postal code as he does, so he has his hands complete. Its a brand-new twist on Cyril Connollys line about the pram in the hall being the opponent of excellent art.
MacLaverty would be the last one to take himself so seriously, however his short run through those 16 lost years exposes him as a guy of lots of skills to which must be likewise included mentor stints at British, American and european universities. With a lot he readies at, exactly what would he pick if he had only time left for another task? Id paint something excellent, he addresses without a time out.
No tip of any autumnal constricting of horizons here, however Midwinter Break is, by contrast, a tale of peaceful dissatisfaction, about long-married Gerry Gilmore, a retired designer, and his better half Stella, as they avoid on a mini-break. Both are at chances with their lot and with each other. He is pulling away into beverage, she into religious beliefs.
She is believing, MacLaverty states, on a various plain. This is not a story about old individuals. Its the story of 2 youths who got old and they have actually fallen out of action.
A two-hander, it covers the exact same broad area as 45 Years, the 2015 Tom Courtenay/Charlotte Rampling movie, based upon a David Constantine narrative. When it comes to Midwinter Break, however, the previous injury that haunts the couple is bound up in the Troubles in Northern Ireland, which they relocated to Scotland to leave.
The parallels with MacLavertys life appear. In 1974, he, too, made the very same refugee journey with his young household. The Troubles were bloody and dreadful, he remembers, individuals and bombs being eliminated on their doorsteps.
His homeland, however, has actually continued to loom big in the books he has actually released in exile. You compose from exactly what you understand, and among the important things you understand is that you are not informing your very own story, however little bits of it are your very own story. Its like tessellation of a mosaic. You take a bit that took place to you and you put it next to a bit that you comprise.
It needs a fragile touch, he stresses, and can be a lengthy procedure. We are edging back around to that long area in between books now he is more going to resolve exactly what has actually been keeping me back. Whatever background, or perhaps tone his books might share, he discusses, the story you have actually simply completed is of little assistance to composing the next one. He estimates Thomas Mann in his defence. Didnt he state, an author is somebody for whom composing is harder than it is for other individuals?
There was at least one incorrect start with Midwinter Break, he confesses, with an opening area, embeded in the now run-down modernist Catholic academy at Cardross in Argyll and Bute, that needed to be ditched.
Is he a perfectionist? MacLaverty offers a warm, intimate laugh. Im an author. Theyre the exact same thing.
Religion is one function of his books. He long back turned down the Catholicism of his youth, it continues to sustain his creativity. I stop to think in one element of it, however I continue to think in the features.
Another trademark is the spareness of his writing, not a squandered word or information in between the covers of exactly what ended up being as an outcome little work of arts. Its not like assembling Lego, he concurs. You need to be really mindful that you are weighing the words. As soon as utilized, #peeee
The expression makes him keep in mind something his mom. Shed discovered a wee dead bird. She chose it up and she stated, youd have actually understood by the weight of it that it was dead. He laughes. And its the exact same with a story. You understand whether you can achieve it in 6 pages [as a narrative] or whether it will take 200. And this one he indicates the copy of Midwinter Break on the table in between us is large product. It has to do with love and life and death and religious beliefs and exactly what matters.
And then, naturally, theres his other repeating style, Ireland. All the books nod to exactly what is taking place to Ireland, he concurs. Lamb  was at the worst of the Troubles. Cal  Had a downbeat ending, however then there were the things and ceasefires started to repair. Grace Notes had a positive middle, and a downbeat end, or 2 endings. I was hedging my bets. And this one well, I mustnt state more about the ending, however Im slightly positive about Ireland. I do not believe they are going to return to slaying each other.
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Those who invite the possibility of decrease in Britain and the United States need to beware exactly what they want, argues Guardian writer Timothy Garton Ash
Y ou should be from England, states the store assistant at the CVS pharmacy in Menlo Park, California. When I point out Donald Trump , he states: Well, do not get me begun on how things are going on your side of the Atlantic. Your Mrs May there in Downing Street is being [curse erased] by the bureaucrats in Brussels
I can just concur. Having actually leapt from the Brexit fry pan into the Trump fire, I discover myself comparing the 2 and questioning which is even worse. The transatlantic distinction is, in the very first location, in between Britains insanity of the important things and Americas insanity of the male. Theresa May might be wood, stiff and from her depth, however compared with Trump she appears like Mother Teresa.
It is the important things itself, Brexit, which is an act of cumulative insanity and nationwide self-harm. Every death week brings brand-new proof of simply how destructive it will be to nearly every location of nationwide life, and many of all to the left-behind working-class Brexit citizens. They will be the ones worst hit; by exactly what is currently a decrease in genuine revenues.
Trump is among the couple of popular immigrants to have actually supported Brexit, now he is holding hands with French president Emmanuel Macron instead of British prime minister May, even he has actually gone rather peaceful on Brexits anticipated splendors. That does not suggest he has actually ended up being more accountable or restrained on other topic. The male we saw in the project was a conceited, misogynistic, unrestrained, irregular bully. In his very first 6 months as president he has actually lived down to all those epithets.
As his brand-new director of interactions, Anthony Scaramucci, just recently observed, you shouldnt anticipate a 71-year-old male to alter. He still can not keep his Twitter zipper closed. His Twitter project versus the popular MSNBC tv speaker Mika Brzezinski explained her as low IQ Crazy Mika and stated she pertained to Mar-a-Lago 3 nights in a row around New Years Eve, and demanded joining me. She was bleeding severely from a new look. I stated no! That triggered the neoconservative analyst Bill Kristol into a significant counter-tweet : Dear @realDonaldTrump, You are a pig. Regards, Bill Kristol. (I like Sincerely.)
The records of Trumps current interview with the stopping working New York Times exposes the egocentric, shallow stream-of-consciousness condition of his mind: Leopold Bloom satisfies the National Enquirer. Asked if he will take a trip to Britain he states just, Ah, theyve asked me, then goes back to informing stories about his journey to Paris. Much for the post-Brexit unique relationship. Bouncing off a reference of going to Napoleons burial place, he produces my preferred line in the entire interview: Well, Napoleon ended up a bit bad .
Most just recently, he has actually been knocking on Twitter his own chief law officer, Jeff Sessions, nearly as if among his earliest popular fans were now a Clinton. Every day one awakens and believes, How in the world can this trashy mountebank be president of the United States? It is the character of the male which is the essential issue here, more than his ideology and policies, to the level that a person can discover any coherence in them. Surreally, there is now a major conversation about whether he is entitled to pardon himself.
An end to abuse, a law against mansplaining, and reparations for two millennia of injustice as a new sci-fi art show imagines a female-led future, we ask comedians, writers, politicians and CEOs for their vision
Kim Jong-un and Donald Trump are threatening to nuke each other. The UK has had four terror attacks in four months. David Cameron called the EU referendum, lost, resigned, said: Dum de dum de dum, then retreated to his 25,000 sheepskin-insulated manshed at the bottom of his garden to eat artisanal cheese. The man who sold me my bicycle refused to put the basket on it because he thought it was a girls job.
We dont know what the world would look like if women ruled it, but somethings not working at the moment. While we cant say for certain that women would make a better fist of it, or behave any better, what we do know is that when women are in leadership positions, or involved in decision-making, societies work better. There is less violence and instability and more peace.
If women were in charge, I doubt that eight men would have the same wealth as the poorest 50% of the worlds population. Eight! Ive had more people on my trampoline at once. When a group of men whose combined wealth equals that of 3.6 billion people can comfortably frolic together on one trampoline, its time for a leadership change.
If women ruled the world, they would stop being fragile, they would stop being dependent, they would never be the victim, they would never be abused. I want women to be warriors. When women are free and happy, they will know how to rule the world.
Reproductive sexual difference remains the villain of the piece
Supremacy based on gender has never been an attractive idea and patriarchal dystopias are no longer in an imagined future, or long buried past, but part of our present. Patriarchy makes us equal in one way, though: men are as arrested in their development as women. Given the challenges of being in charge, youd think they would be more than happy to hand over the headache and see what difference having women in charge makes.
Tory women prime ministers make no difference, because a system that is fundamentally based on the principle of unequal power relationships cannot, by definition, make us equal. Promoting the F-word without challenging the C-word has never worked: it is not possible to achieve the aims of feminism within the capitalist system. Our feminist foremothers warned us of this. Where weve got to so far is largely based on a limited agenda of establishing so-called womens rights within stunted liberal democracies.
People take hope and even experience some freedom in successfully challenging the pantomime binaries of masculinity and femininity. But reproductive sexual difference remains the villain of the piece. If women are to rule the world and make a difference, we either need to overhaul the social and economic system of reproductive exploitation (on which the system was built), or take control of the re-engineering of human design that is already under way.
We should design a reparations scheme that reorganises parental and family responsibilities in such a way that men have the opportunity to pay women back for the last two millennia the incentive being the universally agreed cultural value that raising families brings joy. The first job of the woman in charge is to liberate the men.
Thered be less violence, wed get things done quicker and we would solve a lot of problems by chatting instead of bombing. We would think rationally. People think: Oh, women cant make decisions when its the time of the month and all that, but I think were very decisive. We dont waste any time and we would do things a lot cleaner and a lot quicker. There would be fewer people dying if women were in charge. Its a fact: men kill more people than women.
Im not a fan of biological determinism, even when its working in womens favour so Im not sure I subscribe to the idea that women are innately caring and collegiate and men thrusting and ambitious. Ive lost track of the number of times Ive watched mothers coo over their daughters cuddling baby dolls, praise them for it, then declare that caring skills are instinctive for girls.
Historically, what weve seen is that when women achieve power in a mans world, they often out-men the men. Margaret Thatcher was famous for rarely promoting other women. She got off on being the only woman in the room and didnt want any competition. Nothing is more depressing than a successful woman who wants to score points for being the only one among the boys reinforcing, rather than challenging, their views of other women.
So if you really wanted to see whether there is a difference in the way women would rule the world, you would have to have either all-female rulers or a critical mass. But, ultimately, Im resistant to the idea of lumping us all together on the basis of gender: what about race, class, sexual orientation? Even men I like are fond of saying women this or women that as if we are all one amorphous mass. Im instinctively resistant to binaries. Hooray for ambiguity, nuance and complexity.
Having women in power makes a real difference. As the number of woman MPs has increased in the Commons, weve seen major steps forward in tackling gender discrimination. Women leaders in business make a difference too: helping firms embrace modern ideas like flexible working and job sharing.
Green politics has a history of woman leaders, from the inspirational Petra Kelly in Germany, to Vandata Shiva. Im proud to be part of a movement thats had women at the top table. Of course, having female leaders isnt an end in itself. Its part of a broad movement that sees women taking their rightful place as equals at every level in society.
It is often the unseen women, the executives, who have an opportunity to mobilise and encourage other women. Four inspirations from my own career: Clare Hollingworth, the woman who got the scoop of the century about the outbreak of the second world war. I met her when I was deputy editor of the Daily Telegraph, and she assumed I was the editors secretary, which amused me. She was a woman of her time, a pioneer rather than a reformer. Marie Colvin, the Sunday Times reporter, was sisterly as well as brave. Genevieve Cooper was deputy editor of the Evening Standard when I joined. I was a 24-year-old single mother and my male boss asked me how I could guarantee that a baby would not interfere with my work. I was so fearful that, when my small son was in hospital, I commuted between his ward and work, inventing excuses to leave the office rather than admit that I had a seriously ill child. Genevieve rescued me. At the Guardian, the late Georgina Henry showed that you could have vision and authority without losing your humanity. She was a top-notch female boss.
Oppression will not cease to exist simply because a woman is in charge
June Eric-Udorie, editor of intersectional feminism anthology to be published by Virago UK and Penguin US in 2018
If you run in feminist circles, youre bound to have heard someone declare: Wouldnt the world just be better if more women were in charge? What runs through my mind when I hear this is: Which women? Are we talking about black women, disabled women, trans women? Are we thinking about the women who lie on the margins and the intersections of the feminist movement, or do we just expect them to continue to have little to no power?
The inevitable reality is that the women most likely to have power in a female-run world will be white, middle class, cis, able-bodied and heterosexual. Power structures and other forms of oppression will not cease to exist simply because a woman is in charge. History will remind us of the ways in which white women have exploited and benefited from the oppression of their non-white female counterparts. Taking a closer look at so called feminist victories such as the birth of the contraceptive pill or the suffrage movement will reveal pandemic racism, classism, and other forms of subjugation and oppression.
We need to do away with romanticising matriarchal power and dominance and instead question the ways we can change the problematic and dangerous power structures that operate within society today.
In the peace movement, women are not interested in power over others
Kate Hudson, general secretary of the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament
The peace movement is the place to find powerful women. But theyre not interested in power over others. Instead, they are empowering, inspiring by example, breaking down barriers to thinking, and taking action. Theyre uncompromising, but in a good way. My role models are Pat Arrowsmith, organiser of the first Aldermaston March, who was imprisoned many times for anti-nuclear actions; and Helen John, one of the Greenham Women and an activist at Menwith Hill in Yorkshire. The earth shakes when such women move into action!
As the 20th anniversary of the handover from the UK to China is marked, the Guardian talks to residents and officials about the shifts since 1997
Hong Kong is preparing to mark the 20th anniversary of the handover of the territory from the UK to China. The moment will bring thousands on to the streets some to celebrate and others to protest. Here the Guardian asks six Hong Kong residents about their memories of 1997 and their thoughts on the citys future.
Yau Wai-ching, disqualified lawmaker
Hong Kong people have been forced to pay for a deceit.
The long read: John Di Domenico has been playing Donald Trump longer than anyone else except Trump himself
John Di Domenico looks nothing like Donald Trump: hes 17 years younger, several inches shorter and a natural brunet, though lately he keeps his head shaved to make putting on the coppery wig easier, and his eyebrows bleached to match. Becoming Trump requires a full hour of hair and makeup. He tapes three large photographs of the president, one in profile and two straight-on, to any mirror hes using, and then uses Ben Nye CoCo Tan foundation to turn his skin the requisite shade of atomic tangerine, dabs on wrinkles, lengthens his nose, and so on. Trump has quite a big head, but theres not much anyone can do about that.
Even with the elaborate costume, Di Domenicos physical resemblance to the president requires a little imagination but of the many people who do Trump, his take is the most uncanny. Its the voice. He recreates the uncommon way that Trump, to use Di Domenicos phrase, speaks from his teeth; the wild fluctuations of nasality; the inconsistent New York accent; the sibilant Ss and exaggerated vowels. He has also mastered the neck jerk, the squint, the off-tilt swagger. When Conan OBrien and Chelsea Handler needed a Trump for their late-night talk shows, they called Di Domenico, and he has also become a regular on Fox Newss morning talk show.
Di Domenico enjoys the appearances on Fox and ABC, the cameos on Glenn Becks radio show, the invitations to do adverts and spoof films, but he makes his living at corporate events, trade shows and private parties. Hes the guy executives hire to keep middle management amused at national sales meetings, or to provide a little excitement at the launch party of a flu-reduction medicine. Hes the booth decoration that gets passersby interested in your carpet company. He is the entertainment. He can do Guy Fieri and Jay Leno and Austin Powers and Dr Evil, but for the last decade his trademark impression has been Trump. At the peak of the 2016 campaign, that one impression earned him as much as $40,000 a month.
Whenever Di Domenico appears in public in costume, people turn and gawk. They pull out their phones to take video, or they laugh spontaneously. Oh my god, they say. Or, breathlessly, Donald!
One afternoon in March, exiting a New York hotel, the sight of Di Domenico-as-Trump sent the front desk manager into a fit of giggles that verged on a panic attack. Oh my god, the guy kept saying, trying to catch his breath. No way. Faux Trump squinted, aimed a presidential finger in the mans direction, and agreed to a selfie.
In the photograph, Di Domenico has his chest and gut thrown out, as if hes leading from the widest point of his red sateen tie. The wig crests low over his brow. Hes flashing a presidential thumbs-up with one hand, his head is cocked to one side so his eyes squint unevenly, and his mouth has that protruded, half-open look of an aggravated orangutan. Its all correct.
Di Domenico handed the man his business card, with details of how to find him on social media. Tag me, he said, Youre terrific. And left.
Two college-aged guys hanging around stared after him, vaguely stricken. Its really good, said one. His friend nodded and looked around the lobby, presumably for Secret Service agents, or a hidden camera crew. What the fuck is going on?
As a professional impersonator,Di Domenico makes his living in an America where, as the historian Daniel J Boorstin wrote in 1962, fantasy is more real than reality. We have become, he wrote, the first people in history to have been able to make their illusions so vivid, so persuasive, so realistic that [we] can live in them. By the time Trump started to appear on the front pages of New York City tabloids in the late 1980s, politics, religion, news, athletics, education and commerce had been transformed into congenial adjuncts of showbusiness, as the cultural theorist Neil Postman famously wrote in 1984. Under this new dispensation, celebrities emerged as the unpredictable real-life stars of a never-ending show unfolding in real time. Thirty years later, Americans remain so compelled by the power of celebrity to make life feel entertaining and meaningful that we are thrilled by the mere facsimile of a famous person, so long as he conveys a hint of the same magic.
When Trump declared his candidacy, he turned himself into the most visible celebrity in the world, and Di Domenicos career exploded. By Di Domenicos estimation, peak demand for Trump impressions came during the election cycle, when Trumps political aspirations could still be seen as a joke that hadnt yet arrived at the punchline. Di Domenico worked every day for more than a year. He was soon joined by a cadre of other Donalds: the comedian Anthony Atamanuik, whose work Di Domenico admires (Trump is all id. Anthonys Trump is the id on steroids,); the prolific impressionist Frank Caliendo; Tonight Show host Jimmy Fallon; and, of course, Alec Baldwin on Saturday Night Live. Di Domenico, though, has been doing this for 13 years longer than any other major Trump impersonator which not only lends him a bit of godfatherly cred, but also gives his impression singular nuance.
The relationship between the impersonator and the impersonated is a bizarre form of intimacy. Apart from its lopsidedness, the connection is almost spousal, marked by the closeness that comes from living with someone day after day for years and years, memorising their gestures, assimilating their speech patterns. Theres admiration and irritation, conjecture about the others intentions and inner life, struggles to keep a separate identity, and the sense of ownership that comes from believing you know a person better than anyone else. Its a parasitic homage.
Di Domenico keeps inside him, nested like matryoshka dolls, all the many selves Trump has fashioned in the last 30 years: Trump the businessman on CNN silkily telling Larry King in 1989 that his breath stinks; Trump the reality television star firing Cyndi Lauper on The Celebrity Apprentice in 2010; Trump the candidate declaring that he could stand on 5th Avenue in New York and shoot someone without losing a vote. Di Domenico talks about Trump with the same casual authority he displays when talking about himself. Hes gained a lot of weight lately, hell remark offhandedly. Or, Nah, he doesnt have OCD. Or he has selective OCD. Frequently, Trumps cadence will sneak its way into Di Domenicos speech: a nasal vowel, a tremendous.
Every morning, Di Domenico reads the news, scanning for any stories or new behaviours he needs to incorporate. He can list and demonstrate Trumps most common gestures, most of which only appeared when he entered political life. Theres the T-Rex, when he plasters his forearms to his sides and waves his stiff hands back and forth, as if conducting a tiny, mad choir. Theres the OK slightly effete, open-handed, with the thumb and forefinger pinched together and the wrist cocked and loose. And the Hi, where Di Domenico reaches out his right arm and tilts the hand up in greeting. Then theres the Heil Hitler here he straightens his wrist though hes stopped doing that. I think someone told him to stop doing that.