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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...

A collection of workers’ shirts, mounted like shopping displays and gathered into the regimented, brightly coloured rows that might mark a labour demonstration, stands as the centrepiece of Jonathas de Andrade’s solo exhibition One to One (2019), at the Museum of Contemporary Art, Chicago (MCA) The shirts are men’s Paint daubs and sweat stains trail across them, and the work, Suar a camisa (Working up a sweat) (2014), captures much of the dense, reticent logic of de Andrade’s art   De Andrade acquired the shirts from male workers in the streets of Recife and the countryside of Brazil’s Nordeste, his home city and region, and a cohering local force in his art He would approach workers on their off hours, as they travelled to work or commuted home, clearly attracted by the shirts’ vividness, their lambent yellows or soiled oranges, as well as their ability to signify – they appear worn, sturdy, industrial, as if they’ve just emerged from under the hood of a car Striking up conversations with the men, he would begin a line of inquiry: could he buy their shirt, or propose a deal, or – the preferred option – exchange his own for theirs? It’s hard to imagine the exchange coming to fruition, and yet the process resulted in de Andrade receiving 120 shirts, hung on poles and assembled in the centre of MCA’s gallery, a crowd of hollow figures   The work unfolds in layers, and my first impression was of a kind of startling political presence, as if 120 working men stood at the centre of MCA Here, it seemed, was a sincere and wishful image of the working class, its labour expressed through the sweat-marks and enlivened into the collective form of a workers’ protest But as I circled the installation, a contradictory possibility soon shadowed my optimistic impression as presence gave way to a more definitive sense of absence Not a popular uprising but shirts without bodies, dead labour rather than labour, adding up not to working-class potency but its waning or disorganisation This feeling was made more potent by the recent election of Jair Bolsonaro,

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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Interview

February 2014

Interview with Lisa Dwan

Rosie Clarke

Interview

February 2014

In a city where even the night sky is a dull, starless grey, immersion in absolute darkness is a...

poetry

January 2016

Meteorite

Liliana Colanzi

TR. Frances Riddle

poetry

January 2016

The meteorite retraced its orbit in the solar system for fifteen million years until a passing comet pushed it...

poetry

Issue No. 11

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Rob Halpern

poetry

Issue No. 11

Obscene Intimacy My soldier was found unresponsive restrained In his cell death being due to blunt force injuries To...

 

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