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Redefining Chivalry

  Yet some men say in many parts of England that King Arthur is not dead, but had by the…

In Search of a Literary Life

  Every year, with the anti-climatic regularity of the cuckoo clock’s chirp, another gaggle of English graduates is turned loose…

Remembering John McGahern

  March 2016 sees the tenth anniversary of John McGahern’s death. Author of six novels, three stand-alone collections of short…

They Who Surround

  The story my grandfather told of how he and my grandmother would walk further and further into the woods,…

The Village: Past & Present

  In the years before WW1, Greenwich Village developed a reputation as a bohemian neighborhood with low rents, picturesque, meandering…

My London

  Tristram Fane Saunders is a poet, journalist and director. His most recent chapbook, Postcards from Sulpicia (Tapsalteerie, 2015), is…

About my Father

  I drove down to Chislehurst to clear his room, after he died. He’d not been there long, in that…

The Noise of Time

  In keeping with the current vogue for entwining fact and fiction, Julian Barnes’s latest novel is a fictionalised account…

Icons of Desire

  Maria Loh ‘examines the subgenre of artist portraiture’ in the 16th and 17th centuries, and defines portraits as ‘the…

Women at War

  In April last year a woman holding a camera was shot dead at a check- point in Afghanistan; the…

Modern Tinkering

Every age has a need to retell old stories and legends, to re-clothe the bones with new flesh; which makes…

Risk and Repetition

  Should you come upon this book in a shop, or see its title headlined in a review, it would…

Old Possum’s Black Pages

  The astonishing two-volume The Poems of T.S. Eliot is a vast cathedral of dazzling scholarly annotation. Years in the…

A Roman Tombstone at Annaba

My name was – What does it matter? – Paulus Silentiarius It would happen so easily. The harassed mason, busy…

Watching RAF Bombers

By Grasmere mountains, patched like camouflage, Tornados fly in glamorous great-paced dressage, Their pilots like augmented spirits, one With banking…

There are Precious Things

In carriage three of the 4.38 out of Mile End, there are precious things. Tanisha drops breathlessly into a seat.…

To Wine by Jorge Luis Borges

In Homer’s bronze resplendence, your name was seen to shine, you who make glad the heart of man, you dark…

Elegy

(Catullus 101) To fling your death on the hundred winds, to recite your dust in the lapsing wave, to loose…

Your Father in Slad Valley

Slad has beguiled generations of men and women to fall on muddy knees and play cider-games under broken hay carts.…

Pavan

They will be real clouds Danny Boyle A heathen ground elaborated by time’s fancy fingerwork – follow the thread, the…

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