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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...

  Mark well, O Job, hold thy peace, and I will speak Job 33:31     To deliver man from his neighbours – isn’t that the function of progress?  And what are the joys and calamities of humankind to me?  That’s right – nothing at all  Then why is it that I can’t have any time alone, not even when I’m travelling?   They asked us: Who’s going to Petrozavodsk?  A conference  An international conference  Come on, doctors, someone has to go!  Yes, we know what these conferences are like  A couple of emigrés – that’s the ‘international’ for you  The short bout of drinking, the hotel, the lecture, the long bout of drinking – then back home again  After the lecture, you’re still answering questions, but behind your back, brawny little red-faced men are pointing at their watches – time’s up  These little men are the local professors – in the provinces these days they’re all full professors, the same way that a white man in the American South is either a judge or a colonel   Well then, who’s going to Petrozavodsk?  So I volunteered:  Lake Ladoga?  Alright, why not?   ‘Not Ladoga  Onega’   What’s the difference?  Have you been to Petrozavodsk?  Neither have I       The station is a pretty frightening place  For my own protection I assume the air of a veteran traveller  I walk to the carriage pretending I’m bored, so that it’s immediately obvious I’m no stranger to railway stations – no point trying to rob someone like me   The train from Moscow to Petrozavodsk takes fourteen and a half hours, incidentally  Your fellow travellers are almost invariably a source of unpleasantness: beer and vobla, cheap cognac – ‘Bagration’ and ‘Kutuzov’ – pouring out their hearts one moment, picking a fight the next   The train begins to move  Everything’s okay – for now I’m alone   ‘Tickets please’   ‘Excuse me,’ I ask the conductress, ‘but could we reach some sort of I mean so I can have the compartment to myself?’   She looks at me ‘That depends on what you’re going to do in it’   What is there to do in it?   ‘Read a book’   ‘In that case,

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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Issue No. 13

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TR. J. S. Tennant

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Augusto Monterroso wrote that sooner or later the Latin American writer faces three possible fates: exile, imprisonment or burial....

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TR. Ottilie Mulzet

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My Beloved Uncles

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