By James Aitchison Thomas Ince was the “Father of the Western” and made 800 silent movies. He pioneered the disciplined, assembly-line system of movie making. He was the first man who produced more than one film a week. He built…
By James Aitchison Once revered for its convenience, plastic is becoming a curse. Certainly, it was a curse for its inventor. He died a lonely eccentric, bitterly at war with his son. His wealth then became a curse for his…
By: James Aitchison Water: colourless, slippery, life-giving, eternal. Deserts: dry, gritty, hostile, awesome. Both the blue and desert humanities have diverse, textured relationships with humans. Why are we so drawn to both? From vast, turbulent oceans to the local fountain…
By James Aitchison Being branded a traitor is bad enough, but having your name used to describe one is another matter entirely. Today, dictionaries define a “quisling” as a traitor who collaborates with an enemy force occupying their country. Many…
By James Aitchison Psychotherapy and hypnosis had a strange genesis: the absurd quackery of Dr Franz Anton Mesmer. Like phrenology — the so-called science of reading lumps and bumps on someone’s head to determine their character — Mesmer’s theories would…
By David Topper Deeply absorbed in an exceptionally long essay in the New York Review of Books about a very esoteric book on “the trouble with reality” – and I’m speaking here of epistemology and ontology; namely, that nature of…
By: Leah Park While scrolling through TikTok, I came across a post in which a black mother accused her doctors of malpractice because of her race. Surely, I thought, in today’s day and age, such accusations were unfounded; doctors are…
By James Aitchison When Hollywood was simply a dusty backwater of fledgling studios and orchards, and Los Angeles an uncultured outpost, America’s film capital was New York City. The great Broadway theatrical stars were simply a taxi ride away. Even…
By: Jad S. Karkout In writing Dubliners, Joyce aimed to present a historical account of Dublin and create a vivid portrayal of Irish life. To achieve this, he centered Dublin as a hub of paralysis that afflicted most of…
By James Aitchison They called phrenology a science, but it was pure quackery, a pseudoscience that tragically labelled thousands of innocent people as criminals or mentally defective. By running their hands over a person’s skull and judging its shape and…