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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Foiled by Pleasure: Barrett Browning

Matthew Bevis, 30 August 2018

Having reached​ the grand age of 14, Elizabeth Barrett peered back into the distant past. She recorded in her journal that, when she was nine, ‘works of imagination only afforded me...

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Slice of Life: Robin Robertson

Colin Burrow, 30 August 2018

Robin Robertson​ is something of a specialist in pain. He usually describes what painful events look like from the outside rather than how they feel from within. It’s often as though...

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Two Poems

Michael Hofmann, 30 August 2018

Old Mexico They can’t get enough of the indecent toy skeletons in copulo every which way, the perpetual action heroes, the cast-off clothes with writing on them, the mufla and

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Poem: ‘Ducks’

Ange Mlinko, 30 August 2018

After the olivine waves of Marina di Torre del Lago, we drive between colonnades of umbrella pines … It is 7:30 p.m. and the midsummer sun has just descended below the treeline …...

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Get a Lobotomy: ‘Motherhood’

Sally Rooney, 30 August 2018

On​ a recent episode of an Irish talk show, a guest celebrated her 90th birthday accompanied by her 19 children. The children, now mostly in their fifties and sixties, occupied the whole front...

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Short Cuts: Making Parchment

Mary Wellesley, 30 August 2018

The work​ of making parchment is unglamorous, and sometimes it smells like the inside of a boxing glove: like cheese and sweat and hard work. There is only one firm of parchment makers left in...

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