It isn’t true that men aren’t moved by flowers. D.H. Lawrence gushed over flowers and the sentence above, delivered from the point of view of Captain Hepburn in Lawrence’s novella…
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Why do I find George Eliot’s prose so reassuring? Because her narrator stands right beside us peering over our shoulder. Because we can hear her knowledge of her characters breathing down our neck…
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Beyond the village, the east, there is forest…
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Lowry is an experimental writer, by which we mean - (I think) - he believes writing can recreate its subject, can lean into other forms, other media…
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I’ve begun to write a ‘Biography of a Buttercup’. What on earth is that you may ask? I’m not quite sure; I’m experimenting. The nature of experiment is not to know quite what it is you are doing…
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I am trying to write up jangled nerves: the nerves of a young family that run firstly through the person of the father, then the mother. They take turns being nervy. Mess is the substance of this domestic entrapment…
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