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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...

Though he had theretofore resisted the diminutive form of his name, in his new office, Randolph felt, for the first time, like a Randy   If Randolph were truthful, he could admit that he began acting like a Randy months before Isabela and especially the week before the holiday That Tuesday, after Isabela had wished him a tepid ‘Happy Thansgiving’ and he was sure she was gone for the weekend, Randolph had picked up the little silver picture frame on her desk and spit-washed her face and meagre breasts through the glass, swirling his index finger until she blurred into a mucoid uni-boob He returned the frame, packed his things into two blue copy-paper boxes and shuttled them to his new office, hoping his bonsai would survive the transition and the dark holiday Even with the lamps he purchased, the room was dim, but he determined to keep the fluorescents off His new office sat at the back of a musty corner near the janitorial closet, but it was, he reassured himself, his musty corner He drove home for the break pleased with his victory and the progress and restraint he showed in achieving it   Before Isabela, DIY was the subject of Randolph’s irritation, and before DIY, Crystal, before Crystal, Fatima, and before Fatima, Randolph’s mother, the Virgin Mary and a girl who sneered at him in second grade   *   Before Isabela, when Randolph was first hired at Wilma Randolph, an HBCU, the department chair, Carol, introduced him to Dr Ivan-Yorke, saying that he should meet with her at least twice during the semester so that she could provide a letter for his file Other than the fact that Randolph and DIY were two of the only three black professors in the department, he wasn’t sure why he was assigned to Ivan-Yorke She didn’t work in his specialisation and hadn’t written anything of note in decades Her eyes sat high on her head and deep in her face, which, because of its plumpness, reminded Randolph of gingerbread dough Randolph had seen her the day of his interview limping down the narrow hallway

Contributor

August 2014

Rose McLaren

Contributor

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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Interview

April 2017

Interview with Mark Greif

Daniel Cohen

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April 2017

Since 2004, when his work started to appear in n+1, the magazine he co-founded, Mark Greif has taken contemporary...

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Issue No. 7

Interview with Keston Sutherland

Natalie Ferris

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Issue No. 7

Said by the New Statesman to be ‘at the forefront of the experimental movement in contemporary British poetry’, Keston...

fiction

August 2013

Foxy

Siân Melangell Dafydd

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August 2013

If you don’t want to lose your eyes, grab them by the veins sticking out of their behinds and...

 

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