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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...

Amidst the drills and concrete, white walls and big names of London’s Cork Street stands a new gallery, Nahmad Projects, hosting a few performers who crawl the floor, softly pawing their faces, on all-fours Dressed in comfortable basics, they’re determinedly imagining that they’re cats And that day, they were cats for six straight hours: emulating cat mannerisms, ignoring visitors, being aloof   I Am A Cat, the title of the piece, is the creation of Finnish artist Tuuli Malla, one of 30 performance pieces over 30 days that herald the opening of Nahmad Gallery, collectively titled ‘I Am Not Tino Sehgal’ It’s a brave move for a commercial gallery founded by two under-30s, Tommaso Calabro, formerly a project coordinator at Sotheby’s in Milan and London, and Joseph Nahmad, younger brother of London-based gallerist and collector Helly   Throughout the month-long exhibition – which, it should be noted, has no official affiliation with Tino Sehgal – there’s little that would be familiar to the old guard on Cork Street, which has for decades played host to the more exclusive of London’s contemporary art galleries in the West End When there aren’t cats, there is a performer scrawling the name ‘Tino Sehgal’ in various animal shapes into notebooks on the floor (Damiano Fina’s But I have him), an artist playing at gallery invigilator, sitting silent and unmoving, reading Ulysses next to a walkie talkie (Beth Fox’s This Work)   For Italian/French art collective VOO’s piece, Coined Situation, the artists placed a single performer in the centre of the room, surrounded by 1p pieces It’s a large mountain of tarnished bronze, but seems diminished when we learn that it amounts to £1,000 – the sum the collective receives for participating in the show The performer sits alone, moving the coins around, piling them into towers I ask what I’m supposed to do and little yellow cards are proffered, reading ‘1 MOVE for 1 COIN’ Eloise Lawson set the rules rather more clearly for her piece, What Is The Meaning of this Gathering? All participants were blindfolded and guided into a closed-off gallery space, where they joined other participants and the

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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Testament: Two Poems

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June 2011

Testament What’s the difference? You might wear it out touching, touching, not buying. Like a snail on a stick,...

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To Kill a Dog

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December 2011

Egyptian Revolution: Bloody Wednesday (2 February 2011)

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feature

December 2011

Almost one year on from the first battles in Tahrir Square, Egypt’s future remains uncertain. Many Egyptians believe that,...

 

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