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Rose McLaren is an artist in London.



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Talk Into My Bullet Hole

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July 2015

Rose McLaren

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July 2015

‘Someday people are going to read about you in a story or a poem. Will you describe yourself for those people?’ ‘Oh, I don’t...

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May 2014

Art Does Not Know a Beyond: On Karl Ove Knausgaard

Rose McLaren

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May 2014

Karl Ove Knausgaard’s My Struggle has an oddly medieval form: a cycle, composed of six auto-biographical books about the...

The Mole says: name, and I answer I waited for him at the indicated location and he picked me up in the Peugeot that I’m now driving We’ve just met He doesn’t look at me, they say he never looks anyone in the eyes Age, he says, 42 I say, and when he says that I’m old I think that he’s definitely older He wears little black sunglasses and this must be why they call him the Mole He tells me to drive to the closest square, settles into his seat and relaxes The test is easy but it’s very important to pass and for this reason I’m nervous If I don’t do a good job, I’m not in, and if I’m not in there’s no money, there’s no other reason to join Beating a dog to death in the port of Buenos Aires is the test to find out whether you’re willing to do something worse They say: something worse, and look away, as if we, those on the outside, don’t know that it’s worse to kill a person, to beat a person to death When the avenue splits into two streets I choose the less busy one A line of stoplights changes from red to green, one after another, and lets us advance quickly until a dark, green space emerges from between the buildings I think that maybe there are no dogs in this square, and the Mole orders me to stop You didn’t bring a club, he says No, I say But you’re not going to beat a dog to death if you don’t have anything to beat it with I look at him but don’t answer, I know he’s going to say something, because now I know him, it’s easy to figure him out But he enjoys the silence, he enjoys thinking that each word that he says is a point against me Then he gulps and seems to think: he’s not going to kill anyone And finally he says: today there’s a shovel in the trunk, you can use it And no doubt, behind

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August 2014

Rose McLaren

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August 2014

Rose McLaren is an artist in London.

The Prosaic Sublime of Béla Tarr

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Issue No. 6

Rose McLaren

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Issue No. 6

I have to recognise it’s cosmical; the shit is cosmical. It’s not just social, it’s not just ontological, it’s really huge. And that’s why we...
Stalker, Writer or Professor? Geoff Dyer's Zona and Genre

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February 2012

Rose McLaren

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February 2012

‘So what kind of a writer am I, reduced to writing a summary of a film?’ wonders Geoff Dyer half way through Zona. Such...

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Prize Entry

April 2016

Oögenesis

Karina Lickorish Quinn

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April 2016

After her daughter had – for the third time, no less – laid her eggs in the fruit bowl,...

Art

April 2017

'Learning from Athens'

Robert Assaye

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April 2017

The history of Documenta, a quinquennial contemporary art exhibition founded in the German city of Kassel in 1955, is...

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Issue No. 4

The White Review No. 4 Editorial

The Editors

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Issue No. 4

We live in interesting times. A few years ago, with little warning and for reasons obscure to all but...

 

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