Two Poems

August Kleinzahler, 20 June 2013

My Life in Letters There you are, looking like the Khan’s most favoured concubine, but in a London doorway, cigarette and beige Aquascutum, smiling, at me, it would seem, all ardour,...

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Salter’s images are an aspect of the virtuosity that makes him singular: his mastery of time, the raw material of narrative fiction.

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Anyone can have a Marc Jacobs handbag if they can raise the money, but it isn’t just anyone who can have the one belonging to Paris Hilton.

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Your Inner Salmon: Mohsin Hamid

Nick Richardson, 20 June 2013

‘You watch your mother slice up a lengthy white radish and boil it over an open fire. The sun has banished the dew, and even unwell as you are, you no longer feel cold.’ The following...

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Poem: ‘Sleeping Keys’

Jean Sprackland, 20 June 2013

Printed with old roses or tartans and thistles, there’s a biscuit tin like this in every house. Prise off the lid and catch the flinty scent of old keys, decommissioned and sleeping. Like...

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Poor Rose: Against Alice Munro

Christian Lorentzen, 6 June 2013

It’s perhaps Munro’s consistency that her admirers cherish: ‘like butterscotch pudding on the boil’.

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Darkness and so on and on: Kate Atkinson

Adam Mars-Jones, 6 June 2013

Kate Atkinson is in no danger of prosecution for misrepresenting goods. Life after Life does exactly what it says on the spine of the book, offering a number of versions of the life of Ursula...

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In the National Theatre’s inaugural season in 1963 Michael Redgrave played Claudius to Peter O’Toole’s Hamlet. Apart from Olivier, the theatre’s first director, Redgrave,...

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Back to Their Desks: Nescio

Benjamin Moser, 23 May 2013

After publishing a handful of stories around the time of the First World War, Fritz Grönloh, an Amsterdam businessman, wrote almost nothing until his death in 1961. His small body of work is...

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Wobblibility: Aleksandar Hemon

Christopher Tayler, 23 May 2013

‘My story is boring,’ the narrator says in Aleksandar Hemon’s story ‘The Conductor’, in Love and Obstacles (2009): ‘I was not in Sarajevo when the war began; I...

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Two Stories

Diane Williams, 23 May 2013

Perform Small Tasks ‘One second!’ I said – for everything can go cold in a day or hot. For a man like me, there’s an on and off bulb that does the deciding. I had to find...

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Spinsters, in the old novels, are sexless, meddlesome and prissy. These days, what they used to call a spinster is a fearsome spectre.

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If it’s hard to tell what’s going on in William Gass’s fiction that’s because Gass himself doesn’t always know exactly what he’s set in motion. ‘As a...

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Pouting: Smiley and Bingham

Karl Miller, 9 May 2013

John le Carré has now published 23 books, the Great Bear of that night sky being the series of novels lit by the round English gentleman, spymaster George Smiley, he who wipes his glasses...

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To celebrate the inauguration of Barack Obama in 2009 a concert was held in Washington DC, on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. ‘In the course of our history, only a handful of generations...

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Four Poems

Charles Simic, 9 May 2013

Let Us Be Careful More could be said of a dead fly in the window of a small shed, and of an iron typewriter that hasn’t lifted a key in years both in delight and dark despair. Merrymakers A...

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Poem: ‘Last Resort’

Jean Sprackland, 9 May 2013

I Borneo, 1951. Deep in the interior, on the deep jungle floor, a young missionary is kneeling not in prayer, but in the equally experimental service of edging a spatula into the earth and...

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9.4. They put stones in their eye sockets. Upper-class people put precious stones. 16.2. Prior to the movement and following the movement, stillness. 8.0. Not sleeping made the Cycladic people...

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