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Helen Charman
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...

There seems to be a general consensus about Pierre Guyotat: barely anyone reads him Those who do read him agree that his is an important body of work His sensational 1967 novel, Tombeau pour cinq cent mille soldats (published as Tomb for 500,000 Soldiers in 2003 by Creation Books), his third book, came out when he was 27 Fashioned by his experiences in the Algerian War, where he was stationed with the French army from 1960-62, it presented the motifs that became recurrent in Guyotat’s work – namely sex, oppression and misery   Guyotat’s second big book, Eden, Eden, Eden, was also inspired by wartime Algeria Published in 1970, it was banned from being advertised and sold to minors, despite containing three prefaces by Michel Leiris, Roland Barthes and Philippe Sollers (with whom Guyotat was a member of the avant-garde literary collective Tel Quel, which was very close to the French Communist Party from 1968-71) An international petition in support of the book, signed by intellectuals such as Jean-Paul Sartre, Pier Paolo Pasolini, Max Ernst and Joseph Beuys, and a handwritten letter from French President Georges Pompidou also failed to move the censors, who maintained the restrictions on Eden   Guyotat’s radicalism can be ascribed as much to the violence of the scenes he describes as to his formal exploration of the French language: he attempts to reconcile its epic and oral dimensions, while rejecting psychology The intensity he demands from his writing is such that he has constrained himself to total sexual abstinence for close to thirty years He is a writer of living tableaux, both vivid and crude, that usually take place in brothels populated by masters, (mostly) masculine slaves, ‘whores’, and clients gone astray The whores, condemned to receiving the bodies of others from the moment of their births until death, are the incessant repositories of genitals, semen, excrements and flies This perpetual motion is enacted through dialogues with both tragic and comic dimensions Marked by the Marxist materialist ideology of the Seventies, Guyotat’s work depicts the permanence of situations of exploitation by dominant peoples to the point of obsession

Contributor

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
Electioneering

Prize Entry

November 2017

Helen Charman


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Ad Tertiam

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May 2013

Rows of pines, planted years ago – so many, were you to count them on your fingers, you would...

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January 2014

Afterword: The Death of the Translator

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January 2014

1. The translator meets himself emerging from his lover’s bedroom. So much for fidelity, he thinks. 2. Je est...

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Issue No. 9

Interview with Rebecca Solnit

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Interview

Issue No. 9

Rebecca Solnit’s The Faraway Nearby, like many of her books and essays, is a tapestry of autobiographical narrative, environmental and...

 

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