Useless Concentration

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“The desire to become one’s destroyer”
On Mohamed Mbougar Sarr’s The Most Secret Memory of Men, and the not-so great tradition of literary failure.
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Hugh Foley
Necessary Friendship
on Joseph Minden's Backlogues
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Hugh Foley
Chat GPT in the 19th Century
Or, How George Gissing predicted the AI revolution
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Hugh Foley
"Motherfucking Spanish Language"
On Alejandro Zambra’s Chilean Poet, Chilean poets, and the Bolaño business
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Hugh Foley
Afterwards
A plug disguised as a commentary
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Hugh Foley
What is the Meaning of Realism?
On Timothy Bewes' Free Indirect: The Novel in a Postfictional Age; the nature of reality; and Penelope Fitzgerald's The Blue Flower
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Hugh Foley
Two Cheers for Woo Woo
On Will Alexander, sort of, and the irrational element in poetry.
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Hugh Foley
Useless Concentration
What one seems to want in art, in experiencing it, is the same thing that is necessary for its creation, a self-forgetful, perfectly useless concentration --Elizabeth Bishop

Useless Concentration

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