Jane Yeh’s The Ninjas
Wandering Stirling Castle this summer, I kept my camera(phone) holstered. In a baronial hall, holidaymakers queued to pose in a high-backed-chair-cum …
Category Archives: 2012
I Predict a Riot – Helen Mort’s Division Street
In Tony Harrison’s v., the Vs sprayed on the Harrison family grave in Holbeck Cemetery, Leeds, ‘are all the versuses …
Tasting Notes – poems by Matthew Stewart
Matthew Stewart’s excellent pamphlet, Tasting Notes, has now been professionally produced as a short film. One of Matthew’s hopes was …
Danse Macabre – Katha Pollitt’s The Mind-Body Problem
As we stood filling the ashtray, a whey-faced seminarian dispensed advice about the forthcoming term at Rome’s Gregorian University. I …
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? Shazea Quraishi’s The Courtesans Reply
When I admit to reading almost nothing in translation, people are unimpressed, and I admit it: they have a good …
The Drowners – Kim Moore’s If We Could Speak Like Wolves
I eventually looked through the bedroom window, towards the source of the noise, and a ghost, street lit in Thames …
Full fathom five – Richie McCaffery’s Spinning Plates
On clearing my great aunt’s house, my parents presented me with her ACME Thunderer. She was a teacher from the …
Man in the Mirror – Ben Parker’s The Escape Artists
It’s difficult to pin down what exactly it is about a George Shaw that’s so disconcerting. At one level, there’s …
Town Called Malice – Formerly by Tamar Yoseloff and Vici MacDonald
In the days before mobility scooters, it was the ornaments and the net curtains, running in ribbons along the terraces …
Generation Sex – John Hartley Williams’ Pistol Sonnets
Training to be a priest in Rome, St Peter’s Basilica inspired awe and reverence. It wasn’t just because the dome …
Poor Rude Lines 