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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...

I   The first time I had to wear a uniform I looked like a madman struggling against a straitjacket I wept so hard that my parents got scared Mother became frustrated ‘What is the matter with you?’ Father demanded ‘You look so handsome in that uniform Why don’t you enjoy it rather than cry like an infant?’   Changing into my first school uniform had made me self-conscious I touched the fabric of this second skin with a sense of disgust The white shirt, blue waistcoat, grey trousers and bow tie had stripped me of my self I had morphed externally into someone else –  one of those who work   There was but one consolation: this was temporary When I returned from school I would recover my identity But the discovery of its instability troubled me That day had marked the beginning of an almost lifelong difficulty As children we become adults through the performance of dressing up, a ritual one cannot easily forget Having adopted its disguise, can there be a self outside the uniform?     II   In the last days of 2012, the Turkish government announced their decision to remove all uniforms from the country’s public schools Politicians in Ankara seemed committed to lifting a regulation which had been planned during the first decades of the Republican era, without paying much attention to the socio-political consequences Generations of Turkish pupils have been educated in and through uniforms Educational, military and social discipline have been maintained through their imposition Many ex-students, like me, spent a significant portion of their lives learning how best to carry them The uniform was the fundamental component of the school system, embodying a broader ideological programme that championed the concept of uniformity Teachers asked us to appreciate the importance of acting in unison: they lectured us about the value of homogenisation Turkey’s founding ideologues reformed the Turkish identity on the same principle, asking the country’s multiracial, multicultural population to willingly erase their heritage Through this cultural amnesia the diverse national identity could be reconstructed as a homogenised, and therefore more governable, entity   The uniform is both a symbol and a constitutive

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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