Before planning my journey to Canada, I made a list of my priorities. At the top of it was experiencing the country of the author I am studying for my PhD: Margaret Atwood.
Michael Bartholomew-Biggs finds that Danielle Hope’s translations provide a very accessible introduction to Giovanni Pascoli’s poetry
Neil Curry indulges in a brief speculation on a recent parallel to a historical moment in the 17th century
D A Prince is intrigued by the presentation but delighted by the substance of this substantial retrospective collection of Helen Dunmore’s poetry
Leah Fritz offers a very personal response to a final compilation of writings by Günter Grass
John Lucas adds some personal reminiscence to his review of Will Daunt‘s compilation of writings by Eddie Wainwright
Your Culture is not mine…or is it? America’s tense relationship with high culture. By Stephanie V Sears
As a half French, half American individual, I give in to a pastime common to double nationals, which consists of regularly comparing both countries of origin.
The museum in Doughty Street, London, has a temporary exhibition to revisit the established view that Dickens had no truck with science, presenting the discipline not so surprisingly as an extension of his concern with social justice and reform rather than abstract theory.
Stuart Henson listens in to Neil Curry’s artful channeling of Virginia Woolf
Merryn Williams is doubly impressed – both by Andy Croft’s finely crafted poetry and by its subject, the unfairly neglected writer and activist, Randall Swingler
Roger Caldwell considers an impressively substantial volume of poems by Robert Desnos with translations by Timothy Adès
To most Britons, P.G. Wodehouse is known as the creator of quaint, comic novels starring the blundering upper class twit Bertie Wooster and his astute valet Jeeves. He also contributed lyrics and stories to a wealth of musicals and his step great grandson, the opera singer Hal Cazalet, who as a child slept in a room beneath the Wodehouse archive, tells us he only got to know P.G. Wodehouse’s prose through the song lyrics.