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In Quarantine

Erin Maglaque

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Ferdinand Mount

Short Cuts: Springtime for Donald

David Bromwich

Meetings with their Gods

Claire Hall

‘Generation Left’

William Davies

At the North Miami Museum: Alice Paalen Rahon

Mary Ann Caws

Buchan’s Banter

Christopher Tayler

‘American Dirt’

Christian Lorentzen

Fiction and the Age of Lies

Colin Burrow

In Lahore

Tariq Ali


James Lasdun

Rereading Bowen

Tessa Hadley

At the Corner House

Rosemary Hill

William Gibson

Thomas Jones

Poem: ‘Murph & Me’

August Kleinzahler

The Stud File

Kevin Brazil

John Boorman’s Quiet Ending

David Thomson

In Shanghai: The West Bund Museum

John-Paul Stonard

Diary: The Deborah Orr I Knew

Jenny Turner

Tom and TVAnne Carson

Out of the folds of the heavenly things I was
dreaming of Tom Stoppard in a car saying do
you want to come look at my etchings and I
thought here at last is someone who will know
how this drear phrase came to refer to close acts
of humankind so I said what does that really
mean do you think and he said sex and I awoke
in tears because I suddenly remembered when
my Dad died I had to pawn his TV, which I did for
not enough money then after midnight I went
out walking the streets of his small town and
there it was Dad’s TV on a shelf in the shop in the
dark with others.

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