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Chris Newlove Horton
Chris Newlove Horton is a writer living in London.

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Prize Entry

April 2016

Chris Newlove Horton

Prize Entry

April 2016

He said, ‘Tell me about yourself.’ He said, ‘Tell me about you.’ He said, ‘Tell me everything. I’m interested.’ He said, ‘I want to...

fiction

April 2015

Heavy

Chris Newlove Horton

fiction

April 2015

It is a two lane road somewhere in North America. The car is pulled onto the shoulder with the...

I met Lidija Dimkovska at the Twin Cities Book Festival in October, fleetingly, and completely by accident I had been staying at a writing residency outside of Red Wing, Minnesota, and after a few weeks of being confined to the work centre, cabin fever set in and I tagged along to the cities with one of the other residents who had a car and a lunch date I circled the fairgrounds aimlessly for a long time, content and a bit overwhelmed to be among so many books and their people, a stark contrast to having been holed up in my rural accommodations Finally, looping again to the front of the exposition, one of the name tags on a table caught my eye — Dimkovska’s — and I let out an excited yelp that frightened the woman at the information desk Dimkovska, who hails from Macedonia (an ex-Yugoslav republic) is an esteemed writer across Europe, the author of several novels and volumes of poetry, and winner of the EU Prize for Literature in 2013 I had just read and loved (and blurbed) her first novel translated into English — A Spare Life, about twin sisters conjoined at the head who serve in part as an allegory for the ex-Yugoslav republics and the bloody separations that came to pass in the civil war The novel had stuck with me, the weight of it — dense with the minute detail of the twins’ lives, while at the same time encompassing a broader Balkan history with the expansive feeling of myth, or elegy I watched as she read from her book in English, then spoke passionately about how one could not be alive and apolitical, a reminder particularly prescient given what would happen weeks later as the election results rolled in I waited for her at the signing table to introduce myself, and Dimkovska, recognising my name, stood and cupped my face in her hands — ‘Sara!’ she exclaimed, and though I was far away from everyone and everything I knew, the trill of her ‘r’ and

Contributor

August 2014

Chris Newlove Horton

Contributor

August 2014

Chris Newlove Horton is a writer living in London.

James Richards: Not Blacking Out...

Art

December 2011

Chris Newlove Horton

Art

December 2011

Artist James Richards appropriates audio-visual material gathered from a range of sources, which he then edits into elaborate, fragmented collages.   But whereas his...

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feature

October 2011

This is not the place: Perec, the Situationists and Belleville

Karl Whitney

feature

October 2011

I stood near the columbarium at Père Lachaise cemetery. I was there to see the locker-like vault containing the...

poetry

November 2016

Gentle

Harriet Moore

poetry

November 2016

Forgive me Sister for I have sinned it’s been seconds since my last confession. I sit in the dark...

Art

March 2011

Gabriel Orozco: Cosmic Matter and Other Leftovers

Rye Dag Holmboe

Art

March 2011

‘To live,’ writes Walter Benjamin, ‘means to leave traces’. As one might expect, Benjamin’s observation is not without a...

 

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