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Rosanna Mclaughlin is an editor at The White Review.

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The Pious and the Pommery

Essay

Issue No. 18

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Essay

Issue No. 18

I.   Where is the champagne? On second thoughts this is not entirely the right question. The champagne is in the ice trough, on...

Essay

April 2019

Ariana and the Lesbian Narcissus

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Essay

April 2019

‘Avoid me not!’ ‘Avoid me not!’                                   Narcissus   Let me describe a GIF I’ve been watching. A lot....

The Chief   The sound of the bell for the closing of the temple gate reaches my ears I am on my way to bring in the horses, as I can’t leave them outside to sleep during the old moon The sky is cloudy and dark, and the wind blows harder the further uphill I go The last rays of the setting sun still cling to the western ridge I don’t know if it’s the weather or the events of the day, but I can’t shake a sense of foreboding I get off my horse at the top of the hill No matter how much of a hurry I am in, I can’t ride past the ovoo without stopping I’m bent over, plucking a stone from the grass, when my daughter comes riding up on horseback A cold breeze blows across her forehead as she tells me the hunters have arrived Sure enough, there is a jeep parked in front of the ger camp below   I let go of the reins, add the stone to the top of the ovoo, and walk slowly around it in prayer The hunters are early I thought they would wait until after the old moon had passed But outsiders have no respect for our customs and laugh at such things as heavenly omens   My daughter sits slumped in the saddle Her eyes are blank, like her mind is somewhere else She’s been quiet lately and spends most of her time lying around I’ve caught her talking in her sleep a few times and had to slap her awake Now that it’s winter and there’s less work to do, she’ll get lazier and lazier Or maybe she’s just at that age She’s sixteen now, and I can tell from the way she turns clumsy and stupid whenever we have young guests staying at the camp that she’s started noticing boys I feel excluded as a father, or like I don’t exist to her anymore A long time ago, I had a mare that followed a wild horse into the steppes and disappeared That mare meant a lot to

Contributor

July 2016

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Contributor

July 2016

Rosanna Mclaughlin is an editor at The White Review.

Ten Years at Garage Moscow

Art Review

November 2018

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Art Review

November 2018

When I arrive in Moscow, I am picked up from the airport by Roman, a patriotic taxi driver sent to collect me courtesy of...
Becoming Alice Neel

Art

August 2017

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Art

August 2017

From the first time I saw Alice Neel’s portraits, I wanted to see the world as she did. Neel was the Matisse of the...

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February 2011

Old media, new year: China’s CCTV woos the nation’s netizens

Shepherd Laughlin

feature

February 2011

The CCTV New Year’s gala broadcast, known in Mandarin as Chunwan, is probably the most massive media event you’ve...

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October 2015

War is Easy, Peace is Hard

Alexander Christie-Miller

feature

October 2015

At around midday on 19 July, Koray Türkay boarded a bus in Istanbul and set off for the Syrian...

Prize Entry

April 2016

Oh Whistle and

Uschi Gatward

Prize Entry

April 2016

God has very particular political opinions – John le Carré     M is whizzing round the Cheltenham Waitrose,...

 

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