Poem: ‘Sergio Leone’

August Kleinzahler, 2 August 2018

– Lamb Posse is what tops the bill this a.m., Sheriff, Plus your shot of choice, plus a slice of pie, pecan or rhubarb, you pick. – I’ll skip the pie, thank ye, and have a beer...

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Story: ‘Love Island’

John Lanchester, 2 August 2018

She knew without looking that the other rooms would be bedrooms, and that this meant there would be six of them in the villa. Three girls and three boys. She couldn’t see any cameras or mikes so...

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Poem: ‘I see thee better’

Frances Leviston, 2 August 2018

For Helen at the NPL Behind her now the National History Museum Pocket Microscope she always screwed down to its farthest extension of nested rings, straining to focus the peacock feather...

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I’m a Cahunian: Claude Cahun

Adam Mars-Jones, 2 August 2018

Rupert Thomson’s​ new novel follows the contours of a remarkable life. Lucy Schwob, born in 1894 to a cultured and prosperous Nantes family, moved to Paris in 1920, where she developed...

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Suckville: Rachel Kushner

Emily Witt, 2 August 2018

Early​ in The Mars Room, a bus full of prisoners is being transported upstate from Los Angeles County on Interstate 5, which bisects California’s Central Valley. The bus passes by the...

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Time Unfolded: Powell v. the World

Perry Anderson, 2 August 2018

Powell’s imagination was deeply historical, as Proust’s was not. He was also much more deeply conservative. That could easily have led to a threnody of time past, not individual as in A la...

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In​ 1968, when not too many people outside Portugal had heard of Fernando Pessoa, now regarded as one of the great Modernist poets, the linguist Roman Jakobson, in collaboration with Luciana...

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When Anthony Powell is set beside Proust, it is not the connections between them, but the disparities in reception that are most significant. The literature on Proust is an ocean, at the latest count...

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Two Poems

Rae Armantrout, 19 July 2018

Pretty Little I’m not lonely because I have secrets; I’m lonely because words can’t bring the past into the present (which amounts to the same thing). ...

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‘I love​ the con, crises are my fuel. It’s the best high … and anaesthetic,’ Clancy Sigal wrote in Black Sunset, a memoir of his Hollywood hustle as an agent in...

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In​ The Portrait of a Lady, Mrs Touchett describes finding Isabel Archer ‘sitting in a dreary room on a rainy day, reading a heavy book and boring herself to death’. She adds,...

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populate me animate sensitively the spirit of dwelling behind the big blue harbour storage tanks I would have children in animal masks appearing round lampposts and knowing the names of the...

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On Ange Mlinko

Paul Franz, 5 July 2018

Ange Mlinko​ has long presented herself as an enthusiast, a collector, an exhibitor: of experiences and of lore, especially the histories of words. This sensibility, which also inclines towards...

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I can see why Clinton might have thought it a neat idea to use a thriller as a pulpit, but a thriller isn’t the ideal place – as if there were an ideal place – to read Clinton’s...

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Consider the Lemur

Katherine Rundell, 5 July 2018

It is​ probably best not to take advice direct and unfiltered from the animal kingdom – but lemurs are, I think, an exception. They live in matriarchal troops, with an alpha female at...

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Scott Fitzgerald​ spent his declining years in ‘a hideous town, pointed up by the insulting gardens of its rich, full of the human spirit at a new low of debasement’. Hollywood, he...

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Poem: ‘My Skin Is’

Jorie Graham, 5 July 2018

parched, on tight, questioned, invisible, full of so much evolution, now the moment is gone, begin again, my skin, here, my limit of the visible me, I touch it now, is spirit-filled,...

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Diary: The Rarest Bird in the World

Jane Campbell, 5 July 2018

Cahows have a strange wailing mating cry that was once thought by mariners to be the sound of devils. William Strachey writes that the cahows (then called ‘sea owles’), clumsy on land and...

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