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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...

It’s 1957 and the press release still isn’t written[1] An actress dressed in black overalls stands on a theatrically lit soapbox, one hand pressed to her forehead as she reads from a script Her monologue is abstracted from Hannah Arendt’s seminal text The Human Condition collapsed into manifesto speech, into melodramatic rhetoric visually punctuated by Pantomime style placards The actress’s speech becomes increasingly fraught with anxiety as she frenetically occupies six oratory positions across the stage To act, in its most general sense, means to take initiative, to begin, to set something into motion; yet here this performative promise is deliberately withheld The actress reaches the end of her script drowned out by sound Dissatisfied with her rehearsal, she picks up a broom, silently sweeps the stage floor, and puts on her coat and leaves Accompanied by a live band, the performance is loud and exaggerated, a theatrical staging of the tension between solo performance and collectivity that is ultimately entirely anti-climatic Despite the actress’s best efforts, the performance deliberately fails to arrive First realised at the ICA in March this year this work entitled Footnote 5: A Six Stage Manifesto on Action (2012) forms the fifth live installment of Collapsing in Parts (2012),a long-term project devised by the London-based artist Cally Spooner Since graduating with an MFA from Goldsmiths in 2008, Spooner has been gaining increasing recognition for her unique examination of performance, which she articulates through the twin registers of the textual and the live Her work has been presented across a wide range of platforms including solo exhibitions in London, Paris, Frankfurt and Berlin; alongside readings as part of Serpentine Gallery’s prestigious Memory Marathon; and a Merleau Ponty radio play titled Indirect Language realised in multiple locations including the virtual art centre Resonance FM Spooner’s practice typically develops from personal research Through a process of extensive reading and collecting of images, she creates narratives and scripts that she then develops into live works In these live pieces, which have been variously conceived as performance lectures, plays, and a full-length feature film

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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