In the latest issue:

An Ordinary Woman

Alan Bennett

Anglo-America Loses its Grip

Pankaj Mishra

Short Cuts: John Bolton’s Unwitting Usefulness

Mattathias Schwartz

Smells of Hell

Keith Thomas

Mrs Oliphant

Tom Crewe

Tippett’s Knack

Philip Clark

At Tate Modern: Steve McQueen

Colin Grant

Catherine Lacey

Nicole Flattery

Churchill’s Cook

Rosemary Hill

The ‘Batrachomyomachia’

Ange Mlinko

On Dorothea Lange

Joanna Biggs

Paid to Race

Jon Day

Poem: ‘Traveller’s Tales: Chapter 90’

August Kleinzahler

The Soho Alphabet

Andrew O’Hagan

Old Tunes

Stephen Sedley

Victor Serge’s Defective Bolshevism

Tariq Ali

The Murdrous Machiavel

Erin Maglaque

Diary: Insane after coronavirus?

Patricia Lockwood

Two PoemsCarl Rakosi


There is the mordant voice
from the back alleys of Paris,
Villon with Diogenes in his eye,

and Robin Starveling, the tailor
(he goes with my proletarian bent)

and Tom Snout, the tinker
(he goes with my ironic nature
although Francis Flute, the bellows-mender
is more fanciful),

and the voice of the young wife
explaining to her close friend
why she had chosen this man for a husband:
‘he’s not handsome but he’s good.’

I hear them! I hear them!

Confession, 1931

And now the young followers
of Pound close ranks,
I among them,
and wish to be heard.

As a populist
I wish to proceed
with serious dignity,
thus: ‘My fellow townsmen, etc.’

but I have a hornpipe
in my head,
kicking up its heels
and wanting out

but delicately,
as if a butterfly had flown
out of the English language.

Send Letters To:

The Editor
London Review of Books,
28 Little Russell Street
London, WC1A 2HN

Please include name, address, and a telephone number.

Read anywhere with the London Review of Books app, available now from the App Store for Apple devices, Google Play for Android devices and Amazon for your Kindle Fire.

Read More

Sign up to our newsletter

For highlights from the latest issue, our archive and the blog, as well as news, events and exclusive promotions.

Newsletter Preferences