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Rosanna Mclaughlin is an editor at The White Review.

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The Pious and the Pommery

Essay

Issue No. 18

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Essay

Issue No. 18

I.   Where is the champagne? On second thoughts this is not entirely the right question. The champagne is in the ice trough, on...

Essay

April 2019

Ariana and the Lesbian Narcissus

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Essay

April 2019

‘Avoid me not!’ ‘Avoid me not!’                                   Narcissus   Let me describe a GIF I’ve been watching. A lot....

I had been sent back from the city in disgrace, back to my parents’ house in the country It was a traumatic experience Though not as traumatic as what had preceded it   My parents’ house was a squat, sprawling thing painted light pink Elaborate grounds sank into the landscape around it In the garden, a turquoise pool was sludged with leaves and dirt which my father hoovered every other day I listened to the sound of it from my old room on the top floor, spread-eagled on the bed with the white crochet covers, where I thought about P and wept I had been allowed just one small keepsake, and only that after I had really pushed for it A passport photo of his sallow moon face His brows knitted over his eyes He was still the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life, six foot five and silent as a column I wondered what would happen to him now And yet I already knew – he had become infatuated with someone else She was his childhood sweetheart, invited over to the house by his mother when he had gone back to visit I had not been allowed to visit with him The other girl’s hands, what had been done to them, looked expensive He had shown me photos of her as if to say: look, give up all your hope Which at least saved me the trouble of rooting around in a debased manner to find the pictures myself He was kind like that   P had been the one to ring my parents too Soon they arrived in their roaring car, big enough to seat six My mother cried, and my father wore sunglasses but I’m sure his eyes were watering too, with the shame I told them once I was sat in the car that I could have taken the train, that I wasn’t a fan of all this fuss either I could have packed up my suitcase and come back quietly  But my mother would not think of it   –   My mother implied that when

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July 2016

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Contributor

July 2016

Rosanna Mclaughlin is an editor at The White Review.

Ten Years at Garage Moscow

Art Review

November 2018

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Art Review

November 2018

When I arrive in Moscow, I am picked up from the airport by Roman, a patriotic taxi driver sent to collect me courtesy of...
Becoming Alice Neel

Art

August 2017

Rosanna Mclaughlin

Art

August 2017

From the first time I saw Alice Neel’s portraits, I wanted to see the world as she did. Neel was the Matisse of the...

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fiction

January 2015

Judge Sa’b

Uday Prakash

TR. Jason Grunebaum

fiction

January 2015

Nine years ago, after thirteen years of living in the Rohini neighbourhood of north Delhi, I moved, and came...

feature

February 2012

Stalker, Writer or Professor? Geoff Dyer's Zona and Genre

Rose McLaren

feature

February 2012

‘So what kind of a writer am I, reduced to writing a summary of a film?’ wonders Geoff Dyer...

poetry

March 2015

Coup & Bell Curve

Elizabeth Willis

poetry

March 2015

COUP   Mallarmé’s gambling astonished everyone even the poets   An acre of paper sold down a river whose...

 

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