The Chinatown Syndrome

From the parking lot it looks like a strip mall, as drab and blockish as any shopping complex on the outskirts of any South African town. But walk through its LED-spangled doors, past handwritten signs reading “Woman help wanted”, and you realise you’re not in Cape Town any more. You’re in Chinatown. The name hasContinue reading “The Chinatown Syndrome”

Suckling on Steve Jobs’s plastic teats

“There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall.” Written in 1938 by critic Cyril Connolly, it’s a sentiment embraced by generations of young creative people who have delayed or resisted having children, believing that the arrival of a baby would sap their vigour and keep them away fromContinue reading “Suckling on Steve Jobs’s plastic teats”