Simon Kelner defies anyone not to be entertained, entranced, illuminated or provoked by Grayson Perry’s first Reith lecture.
n recent times, it has become increasingly tricky to defend the BBC. The offensively huge payouts, the overweening bureaucracy, the Savile saga, the corporation's bloated hierarchy: they have all weakened the resolve of those of us who believe the Beeb to be one of the nation's most admirable institutions. In particular, the wheelbarrows full of cash handed out to departing executives have left many of us without an answer in the face of the Daily Mail's latest attack.
But then the BBC does something to restore your faith, something only a public service broadcaster could do, and something which makes you realise: oh, that's what I pay the licence fee for. The Reith Lectures is one such example. Named after the BBC's first director-general Lord Reith, this annual event - a series of talks given by a leading thinker of the time - was designed to enrich the cultural and intellectual life of the nation.
And a lineage that began in 1948 with a philosopher and Nobel Laureate has now extended, in 2013, to a transvestite potter and conceptual artist. From Bertrand Russell to Grayson Perry - and all points in between - the Reith Lectures encapsulates everything that's laudable about the BBC.
I defy anyone to listen to Grayson Perry's first lecture in a series entitled "Playing to the Gallery" and not to be entertained, or entranced, or illuminated, or provoked. From the very first moment, when he was introduced by Sue Lawley as the "first cross dresser to present the Reith Lectures - "As far as we know," countered Perry like a flash - the man who won the Turner Prize in 2003 took us on a coruscating journey through the modern art world, trying to explain who decides if a piece of art is good or not, what makes it popular, what gives it value.
n recent times, it has become increasingly tricky to defend the BBC. The offensively huge payouts, the overweening bureaucracy, the Savile saga, the corporation's bloated hierarchy: they have all weakened the resolve of those of us who believe the Beeb to be one of the nation's most admirable institutions. In particular, the wheelbarrows full of cash handed out to departing executives have left many of us without an answer in the face of the Daily Mail's latest attack.
But then the BBC does something to restore your faith, something only a public service broadcaster could do, and something which makes you realise: oh, that's what I pay the licence fee for. The Reith Lectures is one such example. Named after the BBC's first director-general Lord Reith, this annual event - a series of talks given by a leading thinker of the time - was designed to enrich the cultural and intellectual life of the nation.
And a lineage that began in 1948 with a philosopher and Nobel Laureate has now extended, in 2013, to a transvestite potter and conceptual artist. From Bertrand Russell to Grayson Perry - and all points in between - the Reith Lectures encapsulates everything that's laudable about the BBC.
I defy anyone to listen to Grayson Perry's first lecture in a series entitled "Playing to the Gallery" and not to be entertained, or entranced, or illuminated, or provoked. From the very first moment, when he was introduced by Sue Lawley as the "first cross dresser to present the Reith Lectures - "As far as we know," countered Perry like a flash - the man who won the Turner Prize in 2003 took us on a coruscating journey through the modern art world, trying to explain who decides if a piece of art is good or not, what makes it popular, what gives it value.