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Lynette Roberts, A Letter to the Dead. Collected Poems, Edited by Patrick McGuinness and Charles Mundye, Carcanet Classics / Carcanet Press, Manchester, 2025

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L'età della sedia vuota

Ne La spiaggia a Trouville di Monet è la prima settimana della guerra franco-prussiana.La sedia è sulla sabbia tra due donne. Una legge, l’altra ha il viso rivolto alla spiaggia che si svuota. La sedia non è di nessuno,è una sedia trovata, una trouvaille, e non c’è una sedia in più ma una persona in meno. Una bandiera ritta sull’asta segnalaun muoversi dell’aria, o qualcosa di più, e le onde…

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Patrick McGuinness

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Two Novels About Rape, Murder and Female Victims

Patrick McGuinness’s “Throw Me to the Wolves” and James Lasdun’s “Afternoon of a Faun” are both meditations on our present-day moral climate.

Throw Me to the Wolves by Patrick McGuinness

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Afternoon of a Faun by James Lasdun 

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Review | ‘Throw Me to the Wolves’ is both a caustic social commentary and a riveting crime novel

The second novel by Patrick McGuinness satisfies on every level.

Throw Me to the Wolves by Patrick McGuinness

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But the dullness and aching repetitiveness of train travel is part of the experience too. Apollinaire was concerned by speed and distance – but slowness, stalling, breaking down, stopping inexplicably, those tiny grinding increments of movement as the train trembles between two nowheres all have their place. If it’s the exotic bit that draws you to trains and railways, it’s the endotic bit that keeps you there, half-hypnotised, phasing in and out of awareness, watching the pelt of rust on the rails outside and the buddleia rearing up fatly, crowded with bees. To be sure, trains and stations represent escape, travel and bohemia; to others, drudgery, offices, the rut of life and a particular sort of existential stasis that we only notice, paradoxically, because we’re moving – though only a little. That movement helps us sense our stasis better, in the same way that we’ll admit a bit of sadness into a happy moment because it helps us to tune the happiness we feel and feel it even more. Part of the pleasure of train-attention, or train-daydreaming, is down to the way time moves: from pooling-at-your-feet slack-rope-time to sudden, taut, noose-around-your-neck time. It is no longer the Heraclitan river moving forward, but an estuary with its drain and glut, mud and silt and overlapping in-betweenness.

Patrick McGuinness

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It’s a tidy irony that Michael Portillo, a former privatisation-randy Tory ideologue, is now making a living from nostalgic TV shows about the days when British trains weren’t crap, crowded, costly and late. If there isn’t a ‘market’ for something, there’s usually a market for regretting its demise. Nostalgia is a good metaphor for privatisation, or vice versa: it takes what was ours anyway, asset-strips it, then sells it back to us in bits at twice the price, paid for at both ends by us because we’re both subsidising it and paying at the point of sale.

Patrick McGuinness