When Viv Albertine, ex-guitarist with feminist punk band the Slits, re-emerged as a memoirist four years ago, her first book Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys was a raucous, laceratingly honest accounting of adulthood, motherhood, marriage and the female artistic self. Her new book, To Throw Away Unopened, is a far darker proposition, just as honest, but going places most of us would rather not go, writes Nadine O’Regan
With its vague and reductive looks-based message Amy Schumer’s latest film, I Feel Pretty, tears women down, all the while masquerading as a vehicle to build them up
Irish singer-songwriter Dermot Kennedy couldn’t get any interest from record labels in his music, but then the streaming giant Spotify playlisted one of his songs, because it had been selected by their algorithm
When working on the RTÉ soap Fair City left her feeling burned-out, Liz Nugent began writing fiction in her spare hours. As her latest novel Skin Deep proves, it was the best decision she ever made, writes Nadine O’Regan
Scott is probably best known for his part as the villainous Moriarty in the hugely popular series Sherlock, but he has also gained plaudits for his stage work
As Abba prepare to wave their über-hot Abbatar hologram selves (circa 1979) off on tour, what does it say about our need for a sense of community in an increasingly individualised world that old age, physical demise – even death – won’t stop the music?