Sublime

Eliot Rosewater.

William Burroughs était à la fois vieux et jeune. Un peu shérif, un peu privé. Cent pour cent écrivain. Il tenait son armoire à pharmacie sous clef, mais si on avait mal quelque part, il n’hésitait pas à l’ouvrir. Il n’aimait pas voir souffrir ceux qu’il aimait. Si vous étiez cloué au lit, il vous nourrissait. Il se présentait à votre porte avec un

The German corpse has something to tell us, and it’s about war and nationalism, and about an encounter with death. The flowers also have something to tell us in that sentence, perhaps that there’s something beyond the war, just as there’s cyclical time, the time of nature as seasons and processes imagined until recently as outside historical time.

In 2019 the Emilia Report (named after England’s first published female poet, Emilia Bassano) analysed coverage of male and female writers and found that women were twice as likely to have their ages referenced – or, in the case of Sally Rooney, her appearance, ‘like a startled deer with sensuous lips’, according to one Swiss critic.