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Julian Barnes

Too early or too late?

David Runciman

Short Cuts: Five Victorian Marriages

Tom Crewe

Society as a Broadband Network

William Davies

Indefinite Lent

Thomas Jones

In 1348

James Meek

The House of York

John Guy

At the Movies: Pasolini’s ‘Teorema’

Michael Wood

Secrets are like sex

Neal Ascherson

Poem: ‘The Bannisters’

Paul Muldoon

Clarice Lispector

Rivka Galchen

Marius Petipa

Simon Morrison

At the Foundling Museum: ‘Portraying Pregnancy’

Joanne O’Leary

Caroline Gordon v. Flannery O’Connor

Rupert Thomson


Joe Dunthorne

Poem: ‘The Reach of the Sea’

Maureen N. McLane

Diary: Where water used to be

Rosa Lyster

How to set up an ICU

Lana Spawls

Two PoemsAleksandar Ristovic, translated by Charles Simic


We never even felt our share of the eternal
in what was our life: the moments
from which these bursts of activity
and lethargy are made up,
the similarity between here and there
in inner and outer space. We exchanged life
for its semblance, the object for its shadow,
the visible coin for the invisible riches
whose origins are unknown and whose value
is ambiguous: the body for a wee spirit,
the residue of this creation out of nothing,
as in a diaphanous box. Drop by drop
the borders are in motion, purgatory is open
for those of us holding a carving knife,
a rope, and a hoop made of wood.

Regarding Walking on Water

I’m trying to walk on water,
and you know, at times,
somehow, I manage to do so.

Believe me, the trick is
to fix on something else
besides one’s own gravity.

And so, here I am
teaching others to walk on water.
They wet the bottom of their trousers, but they learn.

Thus, when a few of us find ourselves walking on water,
we lean into one another’s faces
and scream with excitement.

My wife also walks on water;
sometimes all alone.
She carries a small apple in her hands and doesn’t make a peep.

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