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The Museum of Innocence

  The Museum of Innocence, Orhan Pamuk, Faber and Faber, 533pp, £18.99 I love Orhan Pamuk. I’ve always enjoyed the…

Sinister Refinement

  The Pregnant Widow, Martin Amis, Jonathan Cape, 470pp, £18.99 ‘The children of the nuclear age,’ wrote Martin Amis in…

Musicwords

  Reservoir Voices, Brendan Kennelly, Bloodaxe, 96pp, £8.95 I have in front of me a pile of at least fifteen…

New Collections

  Mainstream Love Hotel, Todd Swift, Tall-lighthouse, 64pp, £8 Evidence, Mary Oliver, Bloodaxe, 88pp, £8.95 Shortly before he died, I…

Wedged in a Dream

  Planisphere, John Ashbery, Carcanet, 160pp, £12.95 A planisphere is a circular map of the night sky. It has a…

The Savaging of Stefan Zweig

  In the post-holocaust world a Jewish author, whose books had been publicly burnt by the Nazis, and who had…

Fleeting

  On recent Sunday mornings, I walked much of the route that the Fleet River – now a subterranean waterway…

Serious Anthony Powell

  (Continued from the February/March 2010 issue) A recurring theme in A Dance to the Music of Time is a…

The Rhythm of Memory

  ‘Memory’ is a poem of six lines by W. B. Yeats that was published in his volume The Wild…

On Drawing

  Drawing is not only – as we know – the basis and beginning of all art, architecture and design,…

Bingo! – The Game’s Up?

  Edward Bond has been one of the most provocative voices in modern British theatre. Throughout his career, principally as…

A Theatre Reviewer’s Life

  My reviewing days were the result of a sudden enthusiastic response made at a lunch given by Richard Ingrams…

Faith in Art?

  Great art stands alone. As we move from awe to analysis, we begin to work out how the artist…

Two Poems

Sacristy When I look through a gap in a ruin, a jigsaw of light hanging there, a crooked eye that…

Two Poems

The Visitant ‘Bist du ein Engel? fragte das eine Kind. Ich wollte, ich wär’ es, versetzte Mignon.’ Goethe, Wilhelm Meisters…

Two Poems

The Catapult ‘Please, have a proper look,’ the assistant said. He took the carving in both hands, appraised it. Rudimentary…

Too Much Vettriano

  He awakes in a midnight of Brilliantine and chiffon. The streamline headlights Of a million hunched roadsters trawl the…

Two Poems

Like Flaubert… Like Flaubert, who kept away from his mother when she had not much longer to go, I keep…

Kicking Against the Navicular

  I have my father’s feet: rotten roots of a leafless tree. Chipped as the old block, they’re medieval potatoes,…

Two Translated Poems

Jules Laforgue VI: Commonplace Death O pariah! And all that business of Maytime once more; All you do is repeat…

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