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Orit Gat is a writer living in London. She is a contributing editor of The White Review.


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It’s Personal: Writing and Reading Through Grief

Book Review

July 2022

Orit Gat

Book Review

July 2022

1. A spill  I’m drinking coffee in bed and reading The Reactor. I feel so close to everything Nick Blackburn writes that when he...

Essay

September 2020

Three Finals

Orit Gat

Essay

September 2020

1998   In the summer of 2006, at a bar off Odéon, a girl I didn’t know drew a...

We are crowded into the medium-sized piazza before the sanctuary of Montevergine There is no town or village; it sits alone near the top of an isolated mountain A narrow road leads up to the sanctuary walls, which rise seamlessly from the sheer limestone incline The buildings are simple: just a few square blocks tucked behind a rectangular bell tower and a tall, narrow church They are uniformly pale, and at this time of year, in bitter winter, sit like dirty butter pats under a dusting of snow The snow also covers the barren scrub of one of Italy’s wildest regions, Basilicata, which unfurls with dreary panache in the valley one thousand metres below I am early and the cold drains the blood from my hands, rushes it into my cheeks and to the end of my nose I’m even early enough to catch a candle seller so old that she seems to be made of stone She is tiny and she sits against the wall She is rotund only because she is wrapped in so many layers of blanket What appears to be a blue pillow is tied to her head She clutches her brightly-painted candles as though she doesn’t really want to sell them, as though she’d rather donate them all to the Madonna that everyone is here to worship When she realises that my real purpose is not to buy them, but to talk to her, she refuses to utter another word and looks angrily at the ground   The old woman is selling candles because today is Candlemas This is the official end of Christmas and the day on which candles are blessed in Christian churches all over the world Candlemas is the oldest Marian ritual and one of the earliest to appear in the written sources[1]   ***   Despite its imposing history, this celebration does not appear to be an entirely serious event All over the piazza small groups are arriving Most of them come from Naples, which lies sixty kilometres to the east of Montevergine A lot of people carry unrecognisable instruments; many of

Contributor

August 2014

Orit Gat

Contributor

August 2014

Orit Gat is a writer living in London. She is a contributing editor of The White Review.

Book Review

February 2020

Anna Wiener’s ‘Uncanny Valley’

Orit Gat

Book Review

February 2020

1. SF vs NY   Anna Wiener found herself in the right place at the right time. That is,...

James Bridle’s ‘New Dark Age’

Book Review

October 2018

Orit Gat

Book Review

October 2018

Halfway through James Bridle’s foreboding, at times terrifying, but ultimately motivating account of our technological present, he recounts a scene from a magazine article...
Women and Technology: History is a Cautionary Tale

Book Review

April 2018

Orit Gat

Book Review

April 2018

Few book reviews open with amateur rap, but: ‘back in the day when new media was new,’ goes the first line of a song...
Scroll, Skim, Stare

feature

Issue No. 16

Orit Gat

feature

Issue No. 16

1.   This is an essay about contemporary art that includes no examples. It includes no examples because its subject – artists’ websites, their...
What Can an Art Magazine Be?

feature

Issue No. 10

Orit Gat

feature

Issue No. 10

What can an art magazine be? Today, as the publishing industry reassesses its role in the age of the internet, the pioneering art magazine Metronome provides...

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Interview

January 2017

Interview with David Thomson

Leo Robson

Interview

January 2017

David Thomson — the author of dozens of books, including an account of Scott’s expedition to the Antarctic and...

poetry

June 2011

Beautiful Poetry

Camille Guthrie

poetry

June 2011

‘Being so caught up So mastered.’ Yeats     I was too shy to say anything but Your poems...

poetry

Issue No. 3

Camera & Even After He is Gone, the Cat is Here and I Cast My Suspicions on Him

Toshiko Hirata

TR. Jeffrey Angles

poetry

Issue No. 3

Camera You take my sweet sleeping face You take my innocent smile You take my large breasts Even though...

 

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