Brent Meersman is a political novelist (Primary Coloured, Reports Before Daybreak). He has been writing for the Mail & Guardian since 2003 about things that make life more enjoyable – the arts, literature and travel and (in his Friday column, Once Bitten) food. If comments on the internet are to be believed, he is a self-loathing white racist, an ultra-left counter-revolutionary, a neo-liberal communist capitalist, imperialist anarchist, and most proudly a bourgeois working-class lad. Or you can put the labels aside and read what he writes. Visit his website: www.meersman.co.za
Recent comments by Arts and Culture Minister Paul Mashatile promise a shake-up of the institutions that are life-and-death for artists.
Korean poet Ko Un discusses his work, his life, and the importance of writing in his mother tongue.
Every thinking white South African must have toyed with the idea of learning an African language. Few, however, have tried, writes Brent Meersman.
A local company has turned a page on the way we struggle to keep our recipes free from the mix.
Folding tortellini is a tricky pasta craft, but this school of Italian cookery knows some crafty pasta tricks.
Babel is surrounded by an enormous edible garden, which offers its bounty to the beautiful menu.
No foodstuff has been more linked to health geeks than yoghurt.
Reports of the death of stagecraft are exaggerated, says Brent Meersman. He turns the footlights on SA's playmakers who are getting it right.
The only thing that might leave a bad taste in your mouth at the Pot Luck Club is the service.
Sloshing through the maze of tunnels beneath Cape Town offers a fresh perspective on the city.