Spicy

Nicholas Spice, 15 March 1984

In English nurseries little boys are known to be made of frogs and snails and puppy dogs’ tails. Little girls, as in my childhood I knew to my cost, are made of sugar and spice. And all...

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Brecht’s New Age

Margot Heinemann, 1 March 1984

It’s probably a good thing that we know so little about Shakespeare’s personal life. What biographical information we have concerns leases, wills, marriage lines, property. His...

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Inexhaustible Engines

Michael Holroyd, 1 March 1984

What is a bibliography? For Bernard Shaw it was a directory whose natural subscribers were to be found among librarians, biographers, critics and occasionally the authors themselves. He regarded...

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Poem: ‘Daffodils’

Ted Hughes, 1 March 1984

I’d bought a bit of wild ground. In March it surprised me. Suddenly I saw what I owned. A cauldron of daffodils, boiling gently. It was a gilding of the Deeds – treasure trove!...

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Apart possibly from waving hello to the cliff-divers Would the real Tarzan have ever touched Acapulco? Not with a one-hundred-foot vine. Jungle Jim maybe, but the Ape Man never. They played a...

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Chinaberry Pie

D.A.N. Jones, 1 March 1984

James Wilcox’s charming comedy is set in rural Louisiana, among people who read the Bible in an engagingly amateurish way, associating religion with the conventions about drinking and...

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Superplot

Frank Kermode, 1 March 1984

Even in the days of what is now called ‘classical realism’ it was understood that plot, as a human contrivance meant to suggest intelligible causal relations between history-like...

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In Praise of History

Earl Miner, 1 March 1984

It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.             Henry James, Life of Hawthorne But, first of all, is there...

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Golden Horn

Malise Ruthven, 1 March 1984

Loti performs so beautifully as to kick up a fine golden dust over the question of what he contains or what he doesn’t ... To be so rare that you can be common, so good that you can be bad...

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Faber Book of Groans

Christopher Ricks, 1 March 1984

‘How,’ asked Dr Leavis, vaulting into his review of T. S. Eliot’s On Poetry and Poets, ‘can a book of criticism be at once so distinguished and so unimportant?’ Of...

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Poem: ‘In the Realm of the Senses’

Michael Hofmann, 16 February 1984

One perfunctory fuck on our first night, then nothing for ever ... only jokes and hard lines, cold water, mushy soap and sleep that never comes. We hurt with tiredness, and are abashed by our...

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The New Narrative

John Kerrigan, 16 February 1984

‘When We talk of narrative poetry today,’ James Fenton asks in the September issue of Poetry Review, ‘are we referring to the kind of story in which, you want to know what...

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Taking Darwin in

Michael Mason, 16 February 1984

This is at once an impressive, even thrilling book, and quite a bad one. Its virtues and vices are connected. The author has a precisely-grounded exhilaration about The Origin of Species; perhaps...

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Poem: ‘Lifestyle’

Margaret Moore, 16 February 1984

Mailed fists could easily manage The earlier alphabets; Straight lines incised The deeds of dead warriors, The unbending will of the gods, The rules of division, Upon tablets of stone. In the...

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Defender of the Faith

C.H. Sisson, 16 February 1984

‘Very occasionally it is worth noticing a bad book at some length’ – we have it on Evelyn Waugh’s own authority – ‘if only to give reputable publishers a...

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Diary: What I did in 1983

Alan Bennett, 16 February 1984

I’ve kept a sporadic diary for about ten years. Besides the occasional incident that seems worth recording, I put down gossip and notes on work and reading. These are some extracts from last year....

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1984 and ‘1984’

Randolph Quirk, 16 February 1984

About thirty miles off the Turkish coast, and just south-east of Nikaria, in the Dodecanese, there is a Greek island locally known as Patmo. I begin with that geomorphic truth in order to...

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Towards the Transhuman

James Atlas, 2 February 1984

In the face of a worldwide recession, the literature industry proceeds apace. While the market for trade books grows more enfeebled, academic publishers show no sign of cutting back on their...

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