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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...

I am ill as I write this, a situation I attribute to taking public transport now that winter has arrived Instead of cycling – a kind of mobile hermeticism – I share Berlin’s warm and scarcely ventilated tube carriages with other bodies Moving through the city’s underground network as one unruly organism, we travellers constantly trade infections To pinpoint the initial point of origin – who or what made us sick, when, and if it could have been avoided – is a fruitless task Where would we even start? Everyone could be blamed, and also no one   Across the Western world, the bitter medicine of austerity is making many of us sick Depression and anxiety are commonplace, and thinking about the future often triggers a pervasive sense of dread Sickness Report (2018), an exhibition by Czech artist Barbara Kleinhamplová currently on show at Berlin’s SAVVY Contemporary, begins with the idea of a diseased public sphere The exhibition comprises a cinematic, dual-screen film of the same title, set at sea; video footage detailing the labour involved in ship production; an array of objects along a table – anti-depressant pills, bones and jigsaw pieces – that read like evidence; and three pseudo-corporate diagrams projected onto the gallery walls   The titular film unfolds aboard a small ship, and cuts intermittently to a medicine factory, where workers watch a crowd of pills hurtling down an assembly line Sitting on a bench made from a ship construction mould, I watch the onscreen vessel drift on a featureless expanse of sea The narrator, a male anthropologist, tells us that the ship is defective, as is its crew They have succumbed to a mysterious malaise known as the ‘Big Sickness’ Unable to navigate, they are now at the mercy of the tide, but they have begun to infect the surrounding waters On a nearby wall, a pair of projected diagrams shows another seafaring vessel Its parts have been fastidiously labelled, but by an economist, rather than a shipbuilder ‘Privatisation’ and ‘corporate spirit’ are written where hull and stern should be, while other components are labelled ‘productivity’, ‘medication’ and ‘gig-economy’

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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The Mediatisation of Contemporary Writing

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September 2014

Trying to figure out what marks contemporary literature as contemporary is a deceptively complicated job because the concept of...

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The Critic of Tombs

Ethan Davison

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April 2017

Emilia came to Tombs [1] in the twelfth year of the interregnum. It was the first time in history...

 

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