Suzi Feay revisits a favourite childhood read
The Estuary
A water where the ebb-wave, flood-born is flood-broken yet the wave wavers and transports me through the river’s dam…
The Moment Before Touch
The air grows still. As in an illustrated weekly I leaf through your eyes. To hear silence as it…
What If
If he truly believed in angels they would appear, I said in a dream (of whom I spoke I…
Helen Thomas visits Ivor Gurney in the City of London Mental Asylum 1932
i Dear Ivor, no wonder you are elsewhere Than here, the park outside a parody Of your rolling Cotswold…
A Question of Desire
A long time ago when I was young and when much of the world was still coloured red on…
Downstream the Water Darkens
There are only a few days before we have to go home. Summer is nearly over. A flash of…
The Ice in Spice
Merchant Adventurers: The Voyage of Discovery that Transformed Tudor England, James Evans, London: Weidenfeld & Nicholson, 2013, 400pp, £25…
Public and Private Mythologies
The Fen Dancing, William Bedford, Red Squirrel Press, 2014, 70pp, £7.99 (paperback) Sleeping Keys, Jean Sprackland, Jonathan Cape, 2013,…
Modern Masters
George Orwell: English Rebel, Robert Colls, Oxford University Press, 2013, 356pp, £25 (hardback) A Strong Song Tows Us: The…
The Ship of Theseus
Repetition and Identity by Catherine Pickstock, Oxford University Press, 2013, 211pp, £12.99 (paperback) The teasing paradox that takes its…
Beryl Bainbridge’s Major Phase
The second half of the twentieth century had no ‘Bloomsbury Group’ as such. In his first book, The Movement,…
Self and Sensibility: the Poetics of Romanticism
God is nothing but the individual to the highest power. Friedrich Schlegel in Kritische Ausgabe, 1797 A world of…
The Scholar as Sisyphus: Publishing Remembering Iris Murdoch
The tortuous attempts to get my latest book into print illuminate the cur- rent state of scholarly publishing, reveal…
Trouble in the Avant-Garde
Contemporary art is big business nowadays, in more ways than one. It is has become a major refuge for…
Recanati and Leopardi
Where I am reading can become so inextricably bound to what I am reading that in recalling the book…
Der Philosophenweg
‘Über unsere Gedanken hinaus nach den Objecten giebt es keine Brücke.’* G. Ch. Lichtenberg Love’s padlocks locked on die…
Midnight London
Music sounds in the clubs now – Too loud for you and me, It’s music for the kids, Love,…
Blessed are the Sick
to be hunched in a chair the shawl of man’s shoulders draped always a little lower and rounded –…
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