Lucy Kirkwood’s new play ladles on the generational resentment.
Cohen wasn’t the godfather of gloom; his music lifts you up.
You shouldn’t judge an artwork by the race or gender of its producer.
Must-reads from the past week
No one lampoons PC and politics like South Park does.
Bowie’s brilliance defies psychiatric reductivism.
A new Tate exhibition shows that contemporary art is now just about whinging.
Louis Theroux’s zany big-screen outing is a return form.
Dylan isn't literature: he's for listening to, not reading.