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Claire-Louise Bennett
Claire-Louise Bennett grew up in Wiltshire and studied literature and drama at the University of Roehampton, before settling in Galway. Her short fiction and essays have been published in The Stinging Fly, The Penny Dreadful, The Moth, Colony, The Irish Times, The White Review and gorse. She was awarded the inaugural White Review Short Story Prize in 2013 and has received bursaries from the Arts Council and Galway City Council. Her debut novel, Pondwas published by Fitzcarraldo Editions in 2015 and shortlisted for the Dylan Thomas Prize in 2016. Her second novel, Checkout 19, is published by Jonathan Cape in August 2021.

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The Russian Man

Fiction

Issue No. 27

Claire-Louise Bennett

Fiction

Issue No. 27

Many years ago a large Russian man with the longest tendrils of the softest white hair came to live in the fastest growing town...

poetry

Issue No. 13

Morning, Noon & Night

Claire-Louise Bennett

poetry

Issue No. 13

Sometimes a banana with coffee is nice. It ought not to be too ripe – in fact there should...

‘This is a rare book,’ Toni Morrison wrote in her introduction to the 1973 edition of The Black Photographers’ Annual ‘It hovers over the matrix of black life, takes accurate aim and explodes our sensibilities’ Among the artists included in the annual was Ming Smith, a photographer who had only been taking pictures for a year, and whose sensibility would prove to be extraordinary    Smith grew up in Columbus, Ohio in the 1960s, and moved to New York in the 1970s after graduating from Howard University, where she studied microbiology While working as a model, she joined the Kamoinge Workshop, an influential collective of Black photographers Smith was the first and only woman to join Kamoinge; in the 1970s she was also the first Black woman to have her work included in the permanent collection at MoMA (As she once memorably put it, the milestone ‘was like getting an Academy Award and no one knowing about it’) An impressionistic chronicler of Black cultural life, Smith’s photographs of street scenes, musicians and churches capture the movement and atmosphere of her subjects in swirls and blurs of light She frequently shoots in dark places – jazz clubs and streets at night – using a slow shutter speed and no flash The effects of this technique can be auratic In Sun Ra Space II, New York City, NY (1978), bright clouds emanate from the figure of the jazz musician Sun Ra, as if his body is shimmering silver   In 2017, Smith became the subject of renewed interest when her photographs featured in Arthur Jafa’s exhibition ‘A Series of Utterly Improbable, Yet Extraordinary Renditions’, which began at Serpentine Galleries, London and travelled to the Serralves Museum of Contemporary Art in Porto and the Julia Stoschek Gallery in New York Jafa is an admiring theoriser He reads the blurriness in Smith’s images – particularly in the Invisible Man series, taken between 1988 and 1991 – as an aesthetic language for articulating Black culture, and as a means of shielding her subjects from a policing gaze by obscuring their faces ‘In many of Ming’s photos, you can’t

Contributor

August 2014

Claire-Louise Bennett

Contributor

August 2014

Claire-Louise Bennett grew up in Wiltshire and studied literature and drama at the University of Roehampton, before settling in...

The Lady of the House

fiction

Issue No. 8

Claire-Louise Bennett

fiction

Issue No. 8

Wow it’s so still. Isn’t it eerie. Oh yes. So calm. Everything’s still. That’s right. Look at the rowers – look at how fast...

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feature

July 2011

Herat

Sam Duerden

feature

July 2011

At Kabul airport, a man I mistook for a foreigner.   A security guard, red-haired with blue eyes and...

Interview

June 2017

Interview with Elif Batuman

Yen Pham

Interview

June 2017

Elif Batuman never intended to become a non-fiction writer. She always planned to write novels, and it was only...

fiction

January 2013

Animalinside

László Krasznahorkai

Max Neumann

TR. Ottilie Mulzet

fiction

January 2013

IV     Every space is too tight for me. I move around, I jump, I fling myself and...

 

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