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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...

White silhouettes sway against softly gradated backgrounds: blues, purples, yellows and pinks The painted palm trees are tacky and kitsch They invoke long stretches of beach and crystalline waters, images seen many times before, perhaps not in life, but in that common currency of signs endlessly circulated and reproduced in advertisements and mass-culture During a studio visit earlier this year, Rob Sherwood explained that the series of works was inspired by a poster of an idyllic beach stuck onto the wall of a gloomy, windowless office He described it as an ‘image of an image’, because the poster drew upon the icons and symbols of the collective imaginary, offering the viewer a representation of nature that it is both culturally and economically encoded The same might be said of the five painted palm trees, which are currently on display alongside other paintings in the front window of the Hannah Barry Gallery in London Dreams of adventure or escape, the Hollywood of myth, tall shadows criss-crossing the Sunset Strip—what becomes apparent when looking at these works is that their familiarity cannot be accounted for adequately by recourse to what they represent If they are immediately recognisable, it is not simply because they are paintings of palm trees as objects, so much as paintings of palm trees as ideas   To paint the idea of something, the image of an image, suggests that the idea resides in some imagistic realm more pure than the objective world because less material And it is true that there is a certain breeziness to these paintings that makes them look idealised and almost decorative This criticism is often levelled at still-life painting, more forcefully termed nature morte, the lowest of the traditional genres and the most readily assimilated into the private sphere of the home as an ornamental commodity Yet in each of the paintings in question—suggestively titled ‘Shaman Faced’, ‘Desktop Riviera’, ‘Eager Leaves’, ‘Nothingwise’ and ‘How To Get A Fire Going’—there is a sense in which the image and the dreams it induces disintegrate from within To spend time with the works is to see how the fronds of

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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fiction

April 2014

Biophile

Ruby Cowling

fiction

April 2014

– I’m down maybe five feet. I take a moment to thank the leaf-filled rectangle of sky, and with...

Interview

Issue No. 1

Interview with Marina Warner

Elizabeth Dearnley

Interview

Issue No. 1

At the beginning of From the Beast to the Blonde, her study of fairy tales and their tellers, Marina...

poetry

May 2016

Two Poems

Sam Buchan-Watts

poetry

May 2016

The Dentist’s Chair       I dreamt of the dentist’s chair, that it wore a smart pair of...

 

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