His Peach Stone: J.G. Farrell

Christopher Tayler, 2 December 2010

A coincidence: I wrote the first page of ‘It’ on St Patrick’s Day with Irish pipers tuning up down in the street 12 floors beneath. In the parade along 5th Avenue they carried...

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If you go to the website of the restaurant L’Huîtrière (3, rue des Chats Bossus, Lille) and click on ‘translate’, the zealous automaton you have stirred up will...

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Someone Else’s Dog: Per Petterson

Tessa Hadley, 18 November 2010

The Norwegian writer Per Petterson’s best-known novel, Out Stealing Horses (2005), won praise and prizes, and was an international bestseller. It opens with Trond, a man in his sixties who...

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Two Poems

August Kleinzahler, 18 November 2010

Exiles I The Super Chief speeds across the American West. Herr Doktor Doktor Von Geist pulls the ends of his moustache, almost like a seabird manoeuvring his wings in unsettled weather, while he...

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Poem: ‘Strindberg in Skovlyst’

Robin Robertson, 18 November 2010

I A manor house in ruin. It suits me down to the ground. A tower to write in, three rooms for the family, with a kitchen, and all for fifty crowns a month. Unbelievably filthy, I have to say:...

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Double Tongued: Worshipping Marvell

Blair Worden, 18 November 2010

To the modern world Andrew Marvell is a poet. Earlier times knew him differently. From his death in 1678 until the late Victorian era he was mainly admired not for his poetry but for his...

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Poem: ‘To a Nightingale’

R.F. Langley, 18 November 2010

Nothing along the road. Butpetals, maybe. Pink behindand white inside. Nothing butthe coping of a bridge. Muteson the bricks, hard as putty,then, in the sun, as metal.

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Poem: ‘Sonnet Isolate’

Anne Carson, 4 November 2010

‘I force myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste.’ Marcel Duchamp A sonnet is a rectangle upon the page. Your eye enjoys it in a ratio of eight to...

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Adieu, madame: Sarah Bernhardt

Terry Castle, 4 November 2010

Sarah Bernhardt’s strangest gift – or so it seems a hundred years after the fact – was her ability to make the most improbable people go cuckoo over her. An otherwise mopey...

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Nothing Nice about Them: The Brontës

Terry Eagleton, 4 November 2010

Many authors begin writing in childhood, but that the Brontës did so seems peculiarly apt. There is something childlike about their sensibility, with its merging of fantasy and reality, its...

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Reger said: Thomas Bernhard

Michael Hofmann, 4 November 2010

The Austrian novelist and playwright Thomas Bernhard (1931-89) once said: ‘You have to understand that in my writing the musical component comes first, and the subject matter is...

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In the 1980s I translated some of the late novels and stories of Alberto Moravia, elderly but still prolific. These books, which abandoned observation of society for concerns with ageing and sex,...

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Door Closing! Randall Jarrell

Mark Ford, 21 October 2010

Born in 1914, Randall Jarrell belonged to the first generation of American poets who found a ready home in the country’s burgeoning university system. Of the great modernists of the...

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A Kind of Gnawing Offness: Tao Lin

David Haglund, 21 October 2010

The title of Tao Lin’s sixth book and second novel is an act of mild provocation. Richard Yates belongs to a biography, not a novel – certainly not one in which Yates himself...

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Poem: ‘Piazza Sannazaro’

Tony Harrison, 21 October 2010

i. One reason why we stay in Mergellina in our favourite city Napoli ’s to eat fresh shellfish with volcanic Falanghina at Pasqualino’s outside in the street in the Piazza Sannazaro,...

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Better than Ganymede: Larkin

Tom Paulin, 21 October 2010

Philip Larkin met Monica Jones in 1946 at Leicester University College. She was an assistant lecturer there, and Larkin was an assistant librarian. Both had firsts in English from Oxford. Monica...

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Savage Rush: The Tube

David Trotter, 21 October 2010

Alfred Hitchcock’s Rich and Strange (1931) includes a quietly compelling scene set on a Tube train packed with office-weary commuters. The dim and sluggish hero finds himself standing next...

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