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Our Lady of Alice Bhatti Mohammed Hanif 62 www.timeout.com/london October 20 – 26 2011 T he coalition, the cuts and student fees. The recession, the riots and resignations. The MPs’ expenses, the super-injunctions, and Hackgate. Boris Johnson. To paraphrase Harold MacMillan, satirists have never had it so good. And yes, with sales of Private Eye as high now as they’ve ever been (the recent ‘Gotcha!’ cover saw circulation soar to 253,000), the fortnightly publication must be feeling pretty pleased with itself. But while it may be considered bad form to be cracking open bottles of bubbly in an era of economic and political gloom, by happy coincidence this year marks both Private Eye’s fiftieth birthday and the twenty-fifth anniversary of Ian Hislop’s editorship. So, perhaps we can forgive the Eye – as it’s affectionately known – for being a little giddy and self-congratulatory as this disgraceful year wheezes to a close. To commemorate these milestones, this month sees the publication of ‘Private Eye: The First Fifty Years’ – a hefty hardback A-Z written by one of the Eye’s self-styled ‘hacks’, Adam MacQueen – the ‘2011 Private Eye Annual’ and an exhibition of cartoons, covers, and memorabilia at the V&A. Eschewing ‘yet another dry weighty tome on the satire boom’, MacQueen opted to write a casual-reader-friendly A-Z which can be ‘perused cover-to- cover or kept beside the toilet and dipped into as and when’. Despite being self-published by the Eye after the initial co-publishers dropped out (‘libel fears’ says MacQueen), the A-Z is no puff-piece. MacQueen was able to write the book free from editorial control, and when he did finally present the proofs to Ian Hislop for approval, the editor ‘simply pointed out three typos and suggested that one item was perhaps a little disingenuous towards the individual involved and so we had it removed’. Like the fortnightly publication, the A-Z flits from serious hard news stories (such as the Lockerbie bombing and the sales of arms to Iraq) to poking fun at the pompous and self-regarding. It also contains substantial and heartfelt profiles of Eye alumni, such as Peter Cook and Paul Foot. MacQueen says Foot was a ‘model for all journalists… simply the best journalist of his generation’. He goes on to claim that the A-Z ‘reflects the social history of Britain over the last 50 years’. This is true. We should also point out that it is very, very funny. And so to the V&A, where museum curator Julius Bryant is preparing to open the Private Eye exhibition to the public. At the centre of this exhibition are the Eye’s cartoons: the V&A collects graphic humour – from Hogarth to Eye predecessors such as Punch and The llustrated London News – and Bryant views the Eye as ‘patrons of graphic humour, continuing this tradition’. While Bryant praises the satirical sheet for its design (with its trademark ‘bubble covers’ and endearingly shabby, vaguely counter-culture look), he is also highly complimentary about its content: ‘[It’s] brilliant investigative journalism, combined with intelligent humour to sweeten some of the bitterest of pills.’ Also on display is a floor-to-ceiling wall of the most striking and iconic front covers and, in glass cabinets, various trophies on loan from the Eye’s Soho offices. Among the expected solicitors’ letters and writs, also on display are such priceless objets d’art as a stuffed dog, an inflatable banana, and – perhaps most impressive of all – the leather armchair that once belonged to the Eye’s nemesis, Robert Maxwell, which, in the words of MacQueen, was ‘donated to the office by a reader who bought it in the fire sale which followed the fat fraudster’s death’. As for the next 50 years, MacQueen remains modestly optimistic: ‘As long the Eye keeps looking forward and continues to break stories we’ll just keep banging on…’ The creativity of the Eye is said to thrive thanks to an office environment that is artfully chaotic so you’re recommended to get down to the V&A pretty sharpish before the editors comes to reclaim their inspirational clutter. ‘Private Eye: The First 50 Years: An A-Z’ by Adam MacQueen and the ‘2011 Private Eye Annual’ are out now. The V&A show runs until January 8 2012. See ‘Around Town’ for listings. Set in dirtiest Karachi, ‘Our Lady of Alice Bhatti’ is a tragicomedy of Shakespearean proportions as well as an unlikely love story about our eponymous heroine, low- caste Catholic Alice Bhatti – the kind of girl who ‘doesn’t attract luck’ – and her Muslim suitor, body-builder-come-police gopher, Teddy Butt. Working as a nurse at the Sacred Heart Hospital for All Ailments, Alice has seen enough women ‘shot or hacked, strangled or suffocated, poisoned or burnt, hanged or buried alive’ to have learned that attracting attention often means tempting fate too. But with a figure that is a ‘miracle of malnutrition… that many girls of her age would kill for’, getting by unnoticed is harder than it ought to be. Alice has learned that what she can’t avoid she must fight her way past (‘What use was your faith if it didn’t give you the strength and skills to break a few bones?’) and when a relative of a VIP patient at the hospital demands she suck his flaccid penis, Alice responds by making him hard and then drawing the razor blade she keeps in her coat pocket. It is after this incident that Alice finds herself the subject of Teddy’s savage and strangely sweet courtship. Though at times hard- faced, Alice is not without optimism; and as she cautiously enters into a relationship with Teddy, it is with the hope of finding not just personal safety, but real feelings of tenderness. If Alice’s downfall is anticipated from the outset, that doesn't make the series of miscommunications and misinformation that are her undoing any sweeter to swallow. Even the apparent miraculous resurrection of a stillborn baby serves only to darken the horizon. Yet, ‘Our Lady of Alice Bhatti’ is not despairing; it’s dark but not bleak. Humanity blooms in a desert of cruelty and misfortune, and the side story of 17-year-old Noor, Alice’s friend from borstal, and his dying mother is both sad and surprisingly uplifting. Rachel Platt The Eye has it The scourge of dodgy MPs and bent media moguls hits its half century. Wayne Gooderham exposes Private Eye’s birthday celebrations Jonathan Cape £12.99 BOOK OF THE WEEK Books Edited by Chris Moss twitter.com/timeoutbooks 2148 P62 Books Preview 14/10/2011 17:19 Page 62

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Page 1: Our Lady of Alice Bhatti Mohammed Books Hanifluck’ –and her Muslim suitor, body-builder-come-police gopher, Teddy Butt. Working as a nurse at the Sacred Heart Hospital for All

Our Lady ofAlice BhattiMohammedHanif

62 www.timeout.com/london October 20 – 26 2011

The coalition, the cuts and studentfees. The recession, the riots andresignations. The MPs’ expenses,

the super-injunctions, and Hackgate.Boris Johnson. To paraphrase HaroldMacMillan, satirists have never had itso good. And yes, with sales of PrivateEyeas high now as they’ve ever been(the recent ‘Gotcha!’ cover sawcirculation soar to 253,000), thefortnightly publication must be feelingpretty pleased with itself.

But while it may be considered badform to be cracking open bottles ofbubbly in an era of economic andpolitical gloom, by happy coincidencethis year marks both Private Eye’sfiftieth birthday and the twenty-fifthanniversary of Ian Hislop’s editorship.So, perhaps we can forgive the Eye– asit’s affectionately known – for being alittle giddy and self-congratulatory asthis disgraceful year wheezes to a close.

To commemorate these milestones,this month sees the publication of‘Private Eye: The First Fifty Years’ – ahefty hardback A-Z written by one ofthe Eye’s self-styled ‘hacks’, AdamMacQueen – the ‘2011 Private EyeAnnual’ and an exhibition of cartoons,covers, and memorabilia at the V&A.

Eschewing ‘yet another dry weightytome on the satire boom’, MacQueenopted to write a casual-reader-friendlyA-Z which can be ‘perused cover-to-cover or kept beside the toilet anddipped into as and when’. Despite being

self-published by the Eyeafter theinitial co-publishers dropped out (‘libelfears’ says MacQueen), the A-Z is nopuff-piece. MacQueen was able to writethe book free from editorial control,and when he did finally present theproofs to Ian Hislop for approval, theeditor ‘simply pointed out three typosand suggested that one item wasperhaps a little disingenuous towardsthe individual involved and so we hadit removed’.

Like the fortnightly publication, theA-Z flits from serious hard newsstories (such as the Lockerbie bombingand the sales of arms to Iraq) to pokingfun at the pompous and self-regarding.It also contains substantial andheartfelt profiles of Eyealumni, such asPeter Cook and Paul Foot. MacQueensays Foot was a ‘model for alljournalists… simply the bestjournalist of his generation’. He goes onto claim that the A-Z ‘reflects the socialhistory of Britain over the last 50years’. This is true. We should alsopoint out that it is very, very funny.

And so to the V&A, where museumcurator Julius Bryant is preparing toopen the Private Eye exhibition to thepublic. At the centre of this exhibitionare the Eye’s cartoons: the V&Acollects graphic humour – fromHogarth to Eyepredecessors such asPunchand The llustrated LondonNews– and Bryant views the Eyeas‘patrons of graphic humour,

continuing thistradition’. While

Bryant praises thesatirical sheet for its

design (with itstrademark ‘bubble

covers’ and endearinglyshabby, vaguely

counter-culture look), heis also highly

complimentary about itscontent: ‘[It’s] brilliant

investigative journalism, combinedwith intelligent humour to sweetensome of the bitterest of pills.’

Also on display is a floor-to-ceilingwall of the most striking and iconicfront covers and, in glass cabinets,various trophies on loan from the Eye’sSoho offices. Among the expectedsolicitors’ letters and writs, also ondisplay are such priceless objets d’artas a stuffed dog, an inflatable banana,and – perhaps most impressive of all –the leather armchair that once belongedto the Eye’s nemesis, Robert Maxwell,which, in the words of MacQueen, was‘donated to the office by a reader whobought it in the fire sale which followedthe fat fraudster’s death’.

As for the next 50 years, MacQueenremains modestly optimistic: ‘As longthe Eyekeeps looking forward andcontinues to break stories we’ll justkeep banging on…’ The creativity ofthe Eye is said to thrive thanks to anoffice environment that is artfullychaotic so you’re recommended to getdown to the V&A pretty sharpishbefore the editors comes to reclaimtheir inspirational clutter.

‘Private Eye: The First 50 Years:An A-Z’ by Adam MacQueen and the‘2011 Private Eye Annual’ are outnow. The V&A show runs untilJanuary 8 2012. See ‘Around Town’for listings.

Set in dirtiestKarachi, ‘OurLady of AliceBhatti’ is atragicomedy ofShakespeareanproportions aswell as anunlikely lovestory about oureponymousheroine, low-

caste Catholic Alice Bhatti – thekind of girl who ‘doesn’t attractluck’ – and her Muslim suitor, body-builder-come-police gopher,Teddy Butt.

Working as a nurse at the SacredHeart Hospital for All Ailments,Alice has seen enough women‘shot or hacked, strangled orsuffocated, poisoned or burnt,hanged or buried alive’ to havelearned that attracting attentionoften means tempting fate too. But with a figure that is a ‘miracleof malnutrition… that many girls of her age would kill for’, getting by unnoticed is harder than it ought to be.

Alice has learned that what shecan’t avoid she must fight her waypast (‘What use was your faith if itdidn’t give you the strength andskills to break a few bones?’) andwhen a relative of a VIP patient atthe hospital demands she suck hisflaccid penis, Alice responds bymaking him hard and then drawingthe razor blade she keeps in hercoat pocket.

It is after this incident that Alicefinds herself the subject of Teddy’ssavage and strangely sweetcourtship. Though at times hard-faced, Alice is not withoutoptimism; and as she cautiouslyenters into a relationship withTeddy, it is with the hope of findingnot just personal safety, but realfeelings of tenderness.

If Alice’s downfall is anticipatedfrom the outset, that doesn't makethe series of miscommunicationsand misinformation that are herundoing any sweeter to swallow.Even the apparent miraculousresurrection of a stillborn babyserves only to darken the horizon.Yet, ‘Our Lady of Alice Bhatti’ isnot despairing; it’s dark but notbleak. Humanity blooms in a desertof cruelty and misfortune, and theside story of 17-year-old Noor,Alice’s friend from borstal, and hisdying mother is both sad andsurprisingly uplifting. Rachel Platt

The Eye has itThe scourge of dodgy MPs and bentmedia moguls hits its half century.Wayne Gooderham exposes Private Eye’s birthday celebrations

Jonathan Cape £12.99

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BOOK OF THE WEEKBooksEdited by Chris Mosstwitter.com/timeoutbooks

2148 P62 Books Preview 14/10/2011 17:19 Page 62