Our new issue is now online, featuring Iain Sinclair on the last London, Daniel Soar on the most expensive weapon ever built, Sheila Fitzpatrick on the Russian Revolution and Susan McKay on the Irish border.
Growing up in Cookstown in County Tyrone, I would occasionally wonder what it would be like to be Martin McGuinness’s son. There was an Oedipal twist to my unlikely fantasy, because I also used to imagine killing him.
‘When he was asked what it was to be a Caribbean poet, he lapsed into silence, the chorus of insects and birds answering on his behalf’ – Tim Dee on Derek Walcott’s 84th birthday party, from the LRB archive.
Goethe was grudging: ‘There’s a lot of poetry in the book, but no taste’ – Jeremy Adler on The Adventures of Simplicius Simplicissimus by Johann Jakob Christoffel von Grimmelshausen, from the latest issue.
‘The eclipse of the author by the work is not an accident of Mallarmé criticism: it is Mallarmé’s principal literary discovery’ – Barbara Johnson on Stéphane Mallarmé, born #otd in 1842, from the archive.
‘It’s difficult to believe that there isn’t something demoralising, for Pret workers perhaps more than most in the high street, not only in having their energies siphoned off by customers, but also in having to sustain the tension between the performance of relentless enthusiasm at work and the experience of straitened material circumstances outside it’ – Paul Myerscough on where you’re going... View details ⇨