(August 2026) Oslo’s premiere art gallery is next to the Nobel Peace Centre on the Stranden, and opened in 2022, another piece in the city’s modern cultural jigsaw. There is some tat; certainly; some of the Munch pieces were done on an off-day (some good however); the classical statuary are mostly plaster knock-offs. But here also be treasure – for example, TVC was not acquainted with the work of Asta Norregaard (she’s terrific) – just a taste below, all nicely presented, with a Victoria-and-Albert vibe to it: This being Oslo, home of Munch, Ibsen and Strindberg, there had to be…
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(Aboard the “Insignia” 6 September 2026) The Varnished Culture‘s first cruise (excepting 3 days on the Nile) and for the most part we avoided shuffleboard, trivia rounds, axe-throwing, bridge games, and numerous other entertainments. But we were shilled into a lecture and tasting of selected Italian wines, many out of our general price range, given by Tiru, one of Oceania’s sommeliers. This was on an ‘At Sea’ day, and we had to indulge, to honour friends who would never forgive us passing this up. We started with a Tuscan white (Tuscany in the main image), Il Borro Lamelle Toscana IGT…
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(Oslo, 26 August 2026) Edward Munch: Robert Hughes (in 1980) wrote of him: “Twenty-five years ago, there was no general agreement about Munch’s stature. He seemed too local, too narrowly “northern” a painter, for his work to be set against the art historical values that centre on Paris; and besides, virtually all his major paintings had remained in his native city of Oslo, not a stop on the art-lover’s normal itinerary. He therefore seemed more provincial after his death than he was in life, and many people who should have known better insisted on thinking of him as a gaunt…
Continue Reading →(Written by Arthur Miller, 1949; Directed by Neil Armfield, Adelaide Festival Theatre, 2 October 2026) We can’t resist quoting the reaction to this famous play by Noël Coward: “A celebration of mediocrity.” But is that not the point? A salesman is something like a gambler, zig-zagging twixt triumph and disaster, between reality and delusion, where the house wins in the end. This writer thinks of his father, who had to do sales – hated it – before finding his lot in life; of Elmer Gantry, who said it was no life at all, and Willy Loman, the least heroic hero…
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(August 2026) Ánslo, founded as a major trade post in 1048 by Harald (Hardrada), later became (post Vikings) “Kristiania,” and then in 1925, Oslo. Home to the likes of Ibsen and Undset, it is a major cultural centre. Opera House, National Theatre The roof of the building tilts to ground level, but don’t bother clambering up that slippery white granite/marble slope in order to take in “the panoramic views of Oslo,” because you can just walk around the corner and take the Munch Museum’s lift to a rooftop bar and enjoy it in much more civilised fashion. Oslo City Hall…
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