Masthead and all the other great pictures are by Alan 'Baggelboy' Rogerson.
A man is alone on an empty moor. Who he is, where he came from and what he has left behind are questions as clouded as the tors. What he faces is a battle with himself, the elements, and with something he begins to see on the margins of his vision: some creature that is tracking him, the pursuit of which will become an obsession.
Published by Faber & Faber on 7 July 2016 and available everywhere.
2016: Year of the Serpent
15 December 2016We take almost all of the decisive steps in our lives as a result of slight inner adjustments of which we are barely conscious. – W. G. Sebald Last weekend, I was sitting in a packed room in the middle of a wild and wet Dartmoor listening to the mythologist Martin Shaw tell an old northern European…
The revolutionary moment
7 November 2016I’ve avoided writing about the American election. It’s not as if there are too few words or opinions on the subject flying about. And I’m not in America, so I can’t see the nuances. But I think maybe I can see something, from my perspective. And, hell, it’s been a few weeks since I last…
Brexit & the culture of Progress
3 November 2016In his introduction to the 1979 edition of his novel Pig Earth – the first in a trilogy chronicling the decline of peasant life in Europe in the 20th century – John Berger makes a distinction between what he calls a ‘culture of progress’ and a ‘culture of survival.’ The culture of progress, he says…
Four poets' houses
15 October 20161. Dove Cottage, Grasmere, England Until now, poetry has meant nothing to me. I’ve never understood it, or much cared. Most of the other stuff I’ve been forced to read in Mr Mitchell’s sixth form English class has been suicidally tedious. Alexander Pope’s verbose dribblings. Jane Austen’s yawnsome bonnets and carriage rides. What was it…
What Is This?
2 August 2016A review of ‘Abundance’, the new collection of writing by Annie Dillard. There is to be a total eclipse of the sun. A man and a woman drive across country for five hours, from the coast to the mountains, to witness the event; they have never seen a total eclipse before. They drive around until they…
The Call of the Wild
26 July 2016We had climbed, slowly, to a high mountain ridge. We were two young Englishmen who were not supposed to be here – journalism was forbidden – and four local guides, members of the Lani tribe. Our guides were moving us around the highlands of West Papua, taking us to meet people who could tell us…