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Rosanna Mclaughlin is an editor at The White Review.

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The Pious and the Pommery

Essay

Issue No. 18

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Essay

Issue No. 18

I.   Where is the champagne? On second thoughts this is not entirely the right question. The champagne is in the ice trough, on...

Essay

April 2019

Ariana and the Lesbian Narcissus

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Essay

April 2019

‘Avoid me not!’ ‘Avoid me not!’                                   Narcissus   Let me describe a GIF I’ve been watching. A lot....

Two nights running I woke up with my heart going crazy The first time, as I lay there in the dark, I heard a group of guys outside They were running, shouting ‘Hurry!’ and ‘We’ll miss it!’ I wondered if I should do something, but I couldn’t hear any fighting or smashing glass I got up when they were all gone I kept my light off and parted my blind to look down   There was rubbish under the streetlamps There was a big rectangular bin, its lid open, and all around it was a rim of paper and plastic and leaves   It was August The slats of the blind left black dust on my hand   The next night foxes woke me I knew their swallowed barks but I’d never heard a racket like that before One night when I was really young, before we moved to the estate, our cat was in heat – my mother explained it to me carefully – and as I was closing my bedroom curtains I saw that the tree at the bottom of our yard was full of cats They were switching their tails as the light went down They were all staring, it seemed to me, at me They started up these boylike horny tom cries   I listened to the fox calls and wondered if that was the sort of thing going on If they were courting, in a city tree, or on the roof of a corrugated shed   There’s a park near my flat with a little playground in it, populated by friendly plastic animals One’s a fox, with bright red fur and a blue cap I imagined a bunch of real foxes circling that cartoony figure in the dark   I went and stood outside It was much colder than it should have been, like winter The foxes shut up Under a lamp was a noticeboard for the tenants’ association A torn sign about a coffee morning Recycling A meeting called by a social capital group called OBYOSS, about regeneration The name of one of their organisers was familiar   The playground wasn’t far I went past closed shops and

Contributor

July 2016

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Contributor

July 2016

Rosanna Mclaughlin is an editor at The White Review.

Ten Years at Garage Moscow

Art Review

November 2018

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Art Review

November 2018

When I arrive in Moscow, I am picked up from the airport by Roman, a patriotic taxi driver sent to collect me courtesy of...
Becoming Alice Neel

Art

August 2017

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Art

August 2017

From the first time I saw Alice Neel’s portraits, I wanted to see the world as she did. Neel was the Matisse of the...

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Run, Comrades, #YOLO! — Cursory Notes on Radical Hashtag Forms

Huw Lemmey

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July 2012

I’m not up on the Internet, but I hear that is a democratic possibility. People can connect with each...

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June 2014

Turning the Game Around

Daniel Galera

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feature

June 2014

Once upon a time there was – no, better: you are a thief who wanders through the cities and...

fiction

November 2012

Religion and the Movies

Aidan Cottrell Boyce

fiction

November 2012

When the Roman Empire ruled the world, you could make it work for you. The women, the hospitality. You...

 

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