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Tag Archives: Poetry
Thoughts: American Porn, by Heathcote Williams
I feel like I’ve probably done Heathcote Williams a disservice in choosing from his whole oeuvre to read American Porn, published in January 2017, only six months before Williams died. Like many people who rose to prominence young, especially those … Continue reading
Thought: June Fourth Elegies, by Liu Xiaobo (translated by Jeffrey Yang)
More dissident poetry! It was a rough early June in 2017 when we lost Irina Ratushinskaya and Liu Xiaobo in quick succession. This one felt a little bit like the baddies won though, if I can use such simplistic/childish language. … Continue reading
Thoughts: Falling Awake, by Alice Oswald
This was a slightly strange reading experience, devoured from beginning to end in a hospital waiting room before an appointment I was pretty nervous about, heavily pregnant, wearing a mask for three hours and hating it. So a moment very … Continue reading
Thoughts: Selected Poems, by Yevgeny Yevtushenko, translated by Robin Milner-Gulland and Peter Levi
From children’s fantasy to soviet poetry. Such is the world of literature. There’s a good translator introduction in this slim volume of poetry, which I appreciated but which also made me sad I can’t read Russian. It set out clearly … Continue reading
Speedy End of Year Book Roundup!
I read a lot of books in quick succession at the end of the year, and frankly didn’t have the energy to review them properly because I was recovering from emergency surgery for an ectopic pregnancy (all fine* now) so … Continue reading
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Tagged 2020 book reviews, BAME Author, Comedy, crime fiction, Female Author, Historical, Literary Fiction, Poetry, romance
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Thoughts: Jackself, by Jacob Polley
I finished this book a little while ago, but honestly it’s been too hot to think about anything in an intelligent way until around now. And I can’t vouch much for now. It doesn’t help that this is a book … Continue reading
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Thoughts: Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, by T. S. Eliot
This isn’t going to be long or deep, but hey, I read it, so why not? After seeing the amazing Cats film over Christmas, we wandered into a secondhand bookshop in Manchester, where by serendipity was waiting for us a … Continue reading
Thoughts-ish: Tristan et Iseut, edited by Michel Zink
I’m not going to write a scholarly essay on this, sorry and you’re welcome. This is just closure for me, and letting myself brag a bit, because this was a really difficult read and I got through it! (Musical accompaniment!)
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Thoughts: The Book of Longing, by Leonard Cohen
And with this, poetry season is finally over. I find reading poetry as mentally tiring as reading in a foreign language, but I’m not sure if it’s just because I’m so comfortable reading English language prose that the difference jumps … Continue reading