Tennis Lessons is an incredibly relatable, poignant portrait of young womanhood.
Reviewed by James Tennent | Get out of London, get out of Paris, get out of Bangkok.
Juliano Zaffino “For woods are forms of grief / grown from the earth” : Seán Hewitt’s debut full-length collection of poems, Tongues of Fire, begins in familiar territory, both figuratively and literally: of the forty exquisite, tender, exultant and exalted poems, fifteen were previously published in his acclaimed pamphlet Lantern, and ten of these iridescent poems appear in … Continue reading Seán Hewitt’s Tongues of Fire
The gymnast’s mother worked on Minoan Crete, and she loved it the way the gymnast once loved gymnastics. She even dressed like it.
Rochelle Roberts The forest, large-eyed, dank and disordered. Leaves billowing, wanting something likelungs to open up and breathe. They screamtragedies as I walk away from the path into the dark teeth of trees, taste burning, smokerising, mystical, in the shape of ghosts. Myshadow holds my body, the air like grit between the branches. I touch tree trunks and they … Continue reading Burning
There is a painting of a woman called Blanche Wittmann by Brouillet. It’s called ‘A Clinical Lesson at the Salpêtrière’ (1887) and represents an imaginary scene of a contemporary scientific demonstration, based on real life, depicting the eminent French neurologist Jean-Martin Charcot (1825-1893) delivering a clinical lecture and demonstration at the Pitié-Salpêtrière Hospital in Paris. Blanche, the hysteric in question, is a woman alone in a room full of men and she is both subject and object. I am very uncomfortable looking at this painting and draw on this in my novel, Saving Lucia.
Reviewed by Lauren Vevers
The magpies warbled to tell us come out
When you get home you put his watch and wedding ring in a shoe box.
I’ve been reading a lot this past while, or trying to. So have many of us - first distanced and then locked down, my Twitter feed is full of people tackling the weightiest tomes on their to be read pile.