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Helen Charman is a writer and academic based in Glasgow. Her first book, Mother State – a political history of motherhood — is forthcoming from Allen Lane in 2024. She teaches in the English Studies department at Durham University.

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Attachment Barbies: On Watching Grey’s Anatomy

Essay

March 2023

Helen Charman

Essay

March 2023

In August 2022, ABC announced that Ellen Pompeo, currently the highest-paid actress on American network television, was leaving Grey’s Anatomy, the show on which...

Book Review

May 2021

HOLDING THE ROOM: ON HOLLY PESTER’S ‘COMIC TIMING’

Helen Charman

Book Review

May 2021

The last poem in Holly Pester’s first collection COMIC TIMING (Granta, 2021) is called ‘Villette’; it shares its title...

The body of a peasant, modelled from ceramic, is strewn on the ground, its muted tones blending in with the cement flooring Set in a basement room of Goldsmiths CCA, a labyrinthine former bathhouse, this ominous scene could be the site of a murder The figure is a reference to The Land of Cockaigne (1567), a painting by the Flemish artist Pieter Bruegel the Elder, from which it has been transposed In Bruegel’s original, three peasants – one in the same pose as the floor sculpture – have collapsed beneath a table laden with food and wine, suggesting a period of indulgence Both in Bruegel’s exaggerated feast and the ceramic departure, the overstuffed, unconscious body is as much a warning as a promise   The sculpture appears in Sated Soldier, Sated Peasant, Sated Scribe (2021), an exhibition by the Irish artist Sam Keogh, which includes an installation of collaged drawings and performances exploring radical readings of medieval myths Cockaigne, the medieval-era dreamland depicted by Bruegel, is a strange purgatorial place between heaven and hell; the only way you can get there is by being a glutton One of its earliest recorded examples comes from the Kildare Poems, a series of manuscripts from around 1330, which document early Anglo-Irish linguistic developments in the centuries after the Anglo-Norman invasion of Ireland Likely written by a Franciscan order, the bounties of Cockaigne are weaponised as a satire against a rival order of Cistercian monks The descriptions of a decadent abbey – there are wells full of treacle and affairs with nuns nearby – suggest an idle lifestyle that deviates from the proper duties of prayer and charity Elsewhere, its etymology can be traced to Middle French for ‘land of plenty’, deriving from a word for a small sweet cake A Spanish equivalent suggests ‘fools’ paradise’, and a related Dutch term means ‘lazy luscious-land’   The myth of Cockaigne largely passed through an oral tradition, with various written or pictorial accounts freezing it in time Interpretations vary Some historians have noted that the tale follows an Old Testament structure, comparable to the Garden of Eden story and its moral

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November 2017

Helen Charman

Contributor

November 2017

Helen Charman is a writer and academic based in Glasgow. Her first book, Mother State – a political history...

Essay

May 2020

Where do I put myself, if public life’s destroyed? On reading Denise Riley

Helen Charman

Essay

May 2020

How do you read someone who doesn’t always want to be read? This is a question I used to...

Sally Rooney’s ‘Normal People’

Book Review

October 2018

Helen Charman

Book Review

October 2018

Reading Sally Rooney’s second novel Normal People is a compulsive experience. After the navy blue Faber & Faber proofs were sent out in early...
Rendering intimacy impossible, deploy lifeboats (mark yourself safe) Not listening as such, more waiting to speak, above all mark yourself, it’s so important to be safe Carry on, they demand, we’re not reeling / we are reeling Is this the place for a fountain reference? Probably ‘What first attracted you to your wife, sir?’ ‘Her delicacy / her ankles / her hatred of the Tories’                  Alive twice over but that’s a whole life gone too                you know I’m sorry, he holds his hands up, I’m                sorry, he backs away: my conscience couldn’t                keep company with your body I say, your body?                it just made me think: it’s only a nine month stay   The next time you lay a hand on me, I’ll make a perfect gleaming dive into the Thames Aren’t you glad / to be here? I am
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November 2017

Helen Charman


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November 2015

Kim Geung-Ryeol   During the Japanese colonial period he attended Japan’s Military Academy, became squadron leader in the Japanese...

Art

September 2014

On the Ground

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September 2014

I visited Palestine in early June 2014, just before the latest wave of calamity befell its people. For eight...

poetry

Issue No. 3

On an NY Balcony

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poetry

Issue No. 3

Too much of my life so far has depended upon dressing-gowns, Some sort of ‘string-theory’ tied by myself wax-thumbed...

 

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