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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....

On the evening flight on my way to the 2016 annual gastroenterology conference, I am the only one with the reading light on Everyone else sleeps limp-necked, heads drooping, bobbing in the occasional turbulence of the late-winter skies, stabilised by the seat back or a neck pillow The person next to me – a pale young woman with long brown hair, perhaps a medical student attending the conference or a Georgian returning home – puts her head on the seat-back table and her Sherpa-lined khaki jacket over her head to cover her eyes from my yellow light   I am travelling to Atlanta, the city where the cousins that I grew up with have lived since George W Bush’s election, having moved there with their father in search of larger homes and a cheaper life than the one they found in New York On the recommendation of one of my few remaining friends who are not doctors, and out of the desire to learn about the city, I read Toni Cade Bambara’s posthumous novel about the epidemic of child murders in the city Between 1979 and 1981, over 28 Black young people – 24 of them under 18 – went missing and were eventually found dead The violence became a mainstay of regional newspaper headlines, but I get the impression that the child murders never reached national news I certainly did not read about them in my high school history textbook   Bambara titled her novel Those Bones Are Not My Child The phrase conjures images of a police officer presenting a mother an evidence bag – bones linked by decaying sinews, pockmarked with fraying grey muscle fibres, splotches of dark brown, dried blood – and asking her if this is her missing young one Tests – dental records, DNA examinations, and the other forensic assessments of the late twentieth century – could not convince parents the children were who officers claimed they were This uncertainty drives Bambara’s protagonist to insomnia, unable to find rest in her bed, on her couch, in the passenger seat of her car

Contributor

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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poetry

January 2016

Three Honey Protocols

Monika Rinck

TR. Nicholas Grindell

poetry

January 2016

FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE PONDERS LOVE   Honey protocols, hear how they mock, snow white and super blue: On the footpaths,...

Interview

Issue No. 16

Interview with Gary Indiana

Michael Barron

Interview

Issue No. 16

In July 2015, T: The New York Times Style Magazine gathered twenty-eight ‘artists, writers, performers, musicians and intellectuals who...

feature

Issue No. 12

Foreword: A Pound of Flesh

George Szirtes

feature

Issue No. 12

1.   ANALOGIES FOR TRANSLATION ARE MANY, most of them assuming a definable something on one side of the...

 

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