Writing about time by David Cannadine, Perry Anderson, Angela Carter, Stanley Cavell, Barbara Everett, Edward Said, John Banville, Rebecca Solnit, David Wootton, Jenny Diski, Malcolm Bull, Andrew O’Hagan...
Luke Kennard’s Black Bag spans several genres while not belonging to any of them. It’s not quite a campus novel but has things to say about what it’s like to teach at a university. It’s not quite a satire on the theatre world but says more about acting than Rachel Cusk does in her latest novel, Life of M. It’s not a surreal parable but the central bag image is as haunting as Kafka’s Metamorphosis.
‘N o period has writers who play more difficult games with fact and factuality than the Augustan,’ Barbara Everett wrote in 1985. ‘This helps to make Pope the most interesting and problematic . . .
In storm, the rain drives hard into the choppy canals –churning them white against this glittering grey.The lagoon, no longer black and flat, seems part of the rainand splashes back all day, until . . .
Notes on contributors from ‘Fuck You’, Vol. 5, No. 5 (December 1963). I n August 1975, residents of Columbus, Ohio found something strange stuffed under their car windscreen wipers . . .
Hoopoe is the thingWith feathers, and a crest,Or else a thing with feathers,Striped wings, and tawny breast.*(I never saw a hoopoe –Unless I was alone –Except some interloperTook out their . . .
I should state up front that I am not a fan of programme fiction. Basically, I feel about it as towards new fiction from a developing nation with no literary tradition: I recognise that it has anthropological interest, and is compelling to those whose experience it describes, but I probably wouldn’t read it for fun.
Stefan Zweig just tastes fake. He’s the Pepsi of Austrian writing.
Way back in the pre-theoretical Fifties, a journalist called Ivor Brown used to have elementary fun at the expense of a serial intruder on our insular peace of mind, a bacillus known as the LFF,...
One day early in the 1590s a clown came onto a London stage, holding a piece of string. At the end of the piece of string was a dog. The dog, possibly the first on the Elizabethan stage, I want to...
The only sensible attitude to the Booker is to treat it as posh bingo. It is El Gordo, the Fat One, the sudden jackpot that enriches some plodding Andalusian muleteer.
Hard-bitten, aggressively up-to-date in the way it took cognisance of the fallen contemporary landscape, yet susceptible also to the pristine scenery of an imaginary Anglo-Saxon England, Auden’s original voice could not have been predicted and was utterly timely.
So the working fairy does at least half a mile a second, probably two-thirds, and the cruising royalties can in effect go as fast as her, if they need to. Puck claims to go at five miles a second, perhaps seven times what the working fairy does. This seems a working social arrangement.
Writing about time by David Cannadine, Perry Anderson, Angela Carter, Stanley Cavell, Barbara Everett, Edward Said, John Banville, Rebecca Solnit, David Wootton, Jenny Diski, Malcolm Bull, Andrew O’Hagan...
Writing about children’s literature by Joan Aiken, Bee Wilson, Marina Warner, Wendy Doniger, Rosemary Hill, Jenny Turner, Marghanita Laski, Andrew O’Hagan, Jenny Diski and Gillian Avery.
Mark and Seamus look at the life and work of Elizabeth Bishop, the east-coast American poet who enjoyed a limited audience, and published relatively little, in her lifetime, but whose reputation has grown...
In their first episode together, recorded in 2017, Mark Ford and Seamus Perry looked at the life and work of Philip Larkin, a poet much written about in the archive of the London Review of Books.
Mark and Seamus discuss the life and work of Thomas Hardy, with its blend of bitterness of tenderness, its intense dramatisations of loss and grief, and its inversion of traditional tropes of love poetry...
Mark and Seamus discuss life and work of W. H. Auden, from the influence of his parents and his political development, to how his poetry emerged from a meeting of English tradition with high modernism,...
Mark and Seamus discuss the life and work of Stevie Smith, ‘an eccentric poet with a tenacious reputation,’ and a famous performer of her poetry, considering the despair that underlines her...
Mark and Seamus discuss the life and work of Worcestershire lad A.E. Housman, whose imaginative poetic landscape of a vanishing England in A Shropshire Lad, with its expression of the agony of thwarted...
Mark and Seamus look to that great poet of winter and snow, Wallace Stevens, considering his anecdote-proof life, the capitalist economy of his imagination, and his all-American poetry of precise abstraction....
Seamus Perry and Mark Ford discuss the work of Seamus Heaney
In the final episode of their series, Mark and Seamus confront Robert Lowell: the Boston Brahmin for whom poetry trumped every other consideration, and whose Cold War ‘confessionalism’ came...
Mark Ford, Seamus Perry and Joanna Biggs consider the balance of biography and mythology in Plath’s work, situating her as a transatlantic, expressionist poet of the Cold War.
We are left, a third of the way through The Disappearers, with a feeling of absolute outrage, when outrage is no more than anger in the key of helplessness. Outrage leads nowhere; violence freezes time...
Literary criticism is a supremely occasional skill, where you have to be bold enough to operate where there aren’t any clear rules and make up your own, and decide for yourself what you think, and...
In Francis Spufford’s Nonesuch it isn’t only the author but his characters who can change history. Iris and Geoff learn of a portal that was discovered by a 17th-century alchemist, Hieronymus...
door in the cloudsor was it a holesmall bird on the scotch pine’s branchnorth wind, thundera raspberry summerthe thrushes are backthe flooded cityawash in insurerswho’s getting...
A thread of light travelled through the beadWith the map of the world on it.No one’s keeping the plot I said.The marriage plot, man versusWilderness plot – there are more,But I forget....
In February 1840, Alfred Tennyson was in a bad way, argumentative and restless. Thomas Carlyle, whose own public career was taking off, doubted how far Tennyson would rise: ‘He is often unwell;...
Quite naturally, as with any truly original writer, one had to learn how to read Firbank. A certain clue-seeking and backtracking habit was necessary, and part of the fun. The truth dawns on you, and...
so how’s it going with the Parkinson’s? you say and I startto say every moment bleeding to death around me but thetherapist cautioned me yesterday don’t say dread call...
For Stewart, this is what poetic process is: the closely observed emergence of empirical knowledge out of chaos, confusion, darkness. But she is not only a theorist; she has always alternated books of...
Joyce stands out among the great modernist writers for his belief in tolerance, equality, democracy, progress and the preciousness of the everyday. If he is outrageously experimental, he is also...
‘What’s the point of an alien artefact you can recognise?’ Harrison asked in Wish I Was Here. ‘As a branch of the fantastic, science fiction should accept that its currency is...
Gibbon’s new and self-created version of the modernist sentence mixes Scots and English to resemble ‘a meandering, live thought-process’, as Ali Smith puts it: ‘poetic and realist...
The wilted season: peacocks drop their tails,The vines drop leavesAnd wear a bunch of raisins on their sleeves.The scoured sky pales.Cicadas grate and grate the airLike pencil sharpeners....
Strout’s characters live in sociable communities, mostly small coastal towns, where everyone knows everyone else’s business. They gossip, reminisce, pontificate, form unlikely friendships,...
Few writers could match Verne in sales or in spin-offs, including the hugely successful theatre productions. Popular success did not, however, translate to literary prestige. Verne was largely ignored...
Gorky was the designated mourner for a vanished moment in Russian culture. He wanted socialism or democracy but he no longer wanted Bolshevism, which seemed to him psychopathically preoccupied with power....
Bainbridge chose to be seen as a woman who lived on her own terms, but that wasn’t always the way she felt, and she came to resent the persona she had created for herself. She was an actor before...
John Berryman often arrived at lectures and seminars by taxi from whichever rehab clinic was treating him, and afterwards returned there exhausted, his shirt drenched in sweat after delivering his interpretation...
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