Adjusting the Mechanism: Robert Graves

Colin Burrow, 11 October 2018

Virginia Woolf​ could be cruelly accurate in her assessments of people. On 24 April 1925 Robert Graves visited her unexpectedly and stayed too long. She described him as ‘a nice ingenuous...

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In​ the early 1960s, David Hockney made a series of etchings inspired by the poems of Constantine Cavafy; he went to Egypt to discover the places Cavafy had drunk coffee and picked up lovers,...

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One​ of my parents’ favourite Soviet films is called Autumn Marathon. Its main character, an academic translator, is living a double life. Out of divided loyalties rather than greed or...

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Poem: ‘Palermo’

Rebecca Tamás, 11 October 2018

You have burnt me too brown you must boil me again Veronica Forrest-Thomson     i kept having this hunch that pleasure was a philosophy    but i...

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1 Once I woke up with the actual gilded horns of a cuck and you admired them and assured me I need not fear dreams that pass through the horned gates, but then I turned into a yellow cowfish,...

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Miss Joy and Mrs Hayter: Anna Letitia Barbauld

Freya Johnston, 27 September 2018

She​ started off with A and ended up at B: born in 1743 as Miss Aikin, Anna Letitia died in 1825 as Mrs Barbauld. Poet, editor, biographer, essayist, pamphleteer and children’s writer,...

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The First Time: Sally Rooney

Adam Mars-Jones, 27 September 2018

Normal People doesn’t bear much resemblance to apprentice work. The evenness of Rooney’s attention is a huge asset, page by page, and the sign of an unusual sensibility.

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Poem: ‘Border’

Paul Nemser, 27 September 2018

A girl who slept in a truck tyre and walked a year of miles was driven back down through dry forests on a small-eyed bus with drooping heads – to no rooms for a child, but the murderers...

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Elsinore’s Star Bullshitter

Michael Dobson, 13 September 2018

I saw​ a great performance of Hamlet this spring, at Ivano-Frankivsk in western Ukraine, in a Soviet-era theatre built on a similar brutalist scale to the National in London but with less...

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Four Poems

Barbara Everett, 13 September 2018

Pictures A picture book of Churches makes clear that the one Stone for the floor is A broken Peter. Overhead vacuity Lifts up the great dome. Pecunia non olet Vespasian taxed Sewage,...

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Spurious, Glorious: Three Long Poems

Lavinia Greenlaw, 13 September 2018

The long poem​ pre-empts its own significance. We expect more of it and less of ourselves, adjusting our pace and investing in the big picture. Hannah Sullivan’s majestic debut offers...

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It wasn’t meant to be like this. If we were destined to push the envelope surely it was by flying a recovered Avro Arrow above the speed of sound? The most we were meant to condemn was the...

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What makes a waif?

Joanne O’Leary, 13 September 2018

At the New Yorker, with her ‘longshoreman’s mouth’ and ‘tongue that could clip a hedge’, Maeve Brennan made her opinions known. Daphne du Maurier was ‘witless’, Jean Stafford a ‘bête...

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Poem: ‘Saturday’

Ian Patterson, 13 September 2018

Empty air is a distraction         cut out of another void...

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Gunn is fascinated by the idea of unknowing, the moment when clarity becomes open to a space beyond clarity, whether drug-induced or part of a dream.

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Two Stories

Diane Williams, 13 September 2018

With this New Greasiness One of them breaks the routine at the office usually – mouths off or is sullen, every once in a while. The man said, ‘You know why I’m here,...

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Sleep through it: Ottessa Moshfegh

Anne Diebel, 13 September 2018

Does sleep count as doing something? Can that trite phrase ‘rest and relaxation’ communicate something true?

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Poem: ‘All’

Jorie Graham, 30 August 2018

After the rain stops you can hear the rained-on. You hear oscillation, outflowing, slips. The tipping-down of the branches, the down, the exact weight of those drops that fell over the days and...

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