Still Pictures: On Photography and Memory

Criticism

5th April 2023

‘Janet Malcolm wasn’t so much a critic as a journalist, an actual journalist—by which I mean, an investigative reporter—who rang people up or met them in person, composed and asked questions, took notes, owned one Dictaphone at least.’

God’s Teeth and Other Phenomena

Criticism

23rd February 2023

‘It is hard to think, that’s Kelman’s point, but you have to. Your freedom depends on it. The problem is that when you start to think, which is usually when the bad stuff starts to happen, when you fuck up or you get fucked, and who can say which comes first, you realise that the words you use to think are not your own, they have been shoved down your throat. You have to learn to think for yourself. In your own terms.’

A Guest at the Feast

Criticism

8th February 2023

In this fine set of essays, Colm Tóibín's ebullience and intelligence is consistently apparent.

The Netanyahus

Criticism

25th January 2023

‘One requires only a few moments in the Cohenverse to grasp that here is perhaps the only person in the world with the discipline, intelligence, and voracity to render even the most exacting of inner critics speechless.’

Negative Space

Criticism

8th December 2022

‘Negative Space is a memoir of sorts, a record of a time of life and its catastrophes, but its main concern is contemporary art. Or, rather, the embodying of those spirits and effluents given off by art.’

Yoga

Criticism

23rd November 2022

‘His pain is made approachable, relatable, interesting—whatever else he may be, Carrère is always good company.’

Chilean Poet

Criticism

8th June 2022

‘What to write about a new work that does not entirely excite or thrill, from one of the most exciting and thrilling writers of the last ten, twenty years?’

Trespasses

Criticism

20th April 2022

Louise Kennedy's mordant debut novel is visceral, powerful, and full of compassion.

The Trees

Criticism

30th March 2022

In an oeuvre of funny and, at times, caustically angry books, 'The Trees' might be Percival Everett’s funniest and angriest yet.