Poem: ‘Casino in Small C’

Mark Rudman, 8 June 2006

for Jackson Lears But it was no longer a casino. You could not even dice for drinks in the bar. Malcolm Lowry I missed the turn-off for the capital ‘c’ Casino and couldn’t...

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The Anglo-Saxons had no libraries in the sense that we understand the word: rooms, or better still buildings, dedicated to the storage of books. St Aldhelm of Malmesbury wrote a Latin riddle with...

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Kill the tuna can: George Saunders

Christopher Tayler, 8 June 2006

George Saunders – whose semi-official website carries a reminder that the man who played Addison DeWitt in All about Eve was called George SANDERS – was born in Chicago in 1958. A...

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Last year, Louis Knickerbocker, a meat distributor from Newport Beach, California, bought a Picasso drawing from the online service of Costco for $40,000. Knickerbocker thought it a steal:...

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Shady: Voltaire’s Loneliness

Colin Jones, 25 May 2006

The life of François-Marie Arouet, a.k.a. Voltaire (1694-1778), could hardly have been as colourful as that of the eponymous hero of his most famous novella, Candide. In his brief but...

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Four Poems

Walid Khazendar, translated by Tom Paulin, 25 May 2006

The Sail, Again Only to sleep for a bit and then to wake up – this’d force the pack from off my shoulders draw the pushiness from out my chest and burst the buttons – the...

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Though this measure quaint confine me, And I chip out words and plane them, They shall yet be true and clear, When I finally have filed them. Love glosses and gilds them . . . Arnaut...

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Poem: ‘Out in the Open’

Robin Robertson, 25 May 2006

after Tranströmer 1. Late autumn labyrinth. A discarded bottle lies at the entrance to the wood. Walk in. The forest in this season is a silent palace of abandoned rooms. Only a few, precise...

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This brief, disconsolate and in certain respects disagreeable novel starts with the funeral of the anonymous (eponymous) hero and ends with his death. The circularity in the narrative is a...

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It’s not very clear what The Worms Can Carry Me to Heaven is really about, or why Alan Warner has written it. It’s not that it’s conspicuously awful or straightforwardly...

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In 1940, after she’d gained the admiration of Marianne Moore and William Carlos Williams, and had had nearly thirty of her poems published in literary journals or book collections,...

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A Lethal Fall: Larkin and Chandler

Barbara Everett, 11 May 2006

Philip Larkin gave the name High Windows to what proved to be his last collection of verse (published in 1974, 11 years before he died). The phrase had been used as the title of one of the poems...

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In one of the ruminative, generalising passages interspersed among the domestic and public scenes in War and Peace (battles, a formal ball, the burning of Moscow and so forth), Tolstoy grapples...

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Outfoxing Hangman: David Mitchell

Thomas Jones, 11 May 2006

David Mitchell’s first book, Ghostwritten (1999), which describes itself as ‘a novel in nine parts’, is a collection of loosely interconnected stories. The protagonist of one...

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Poem: ‘I Went To See McCarthy’

August Kleinzahler, 11 May 2006

I went to see McCarthy with cardinals rattling in the boxwood and pecans suffering their convoluted slumber in the heat, taproots humming deep underground; from a parched, bare plain of yellow...

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Two Poems

Emile Nelligan, translated by Anne Carson, 11 May 2006

Funeral Marches I hear in me the funeral voices call out transcendentally, when in German style the bands go beating by. At a mad shiver of my vertebrae if I sob like a lost man, it’s that...

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On 9 March 1951, Seepersad Naipaul wrote from Trinidad to his son Vidia, who was an undergraduate at Oxford: ‘I am beginning to believe I could have been a writer.’ A month later,...

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Two Giant Brothers: Tagore’s Modernism

Amit Chaudhuri, 20 April 2006

Edward Said’s Orientalism, published in 1978, gave intellectuals and writers from once colonised nations (themselves often migrants, like Said) a language that liberated and shackled in...

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