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Dec 16, 2021

The activist and acclaimed author of Ain’t I a Woman and All About Love has died. Here, leading contemporaries pay tribute to her

A life in quotes: bell hooks

bell hooks, author and activist, dies aged 69

British journalist and author of the bestselling Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About Race

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Feb 20, 2021

Authors choose the Kazuo Ishiguro novels closest to their hearts, including Never Let Me Go, The Buried Giant and The Remains of the Day

Margaret Atwood

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Dec 14, 2020

Margaret Atwood, John Banville, Tom Stoppard, Ralph Fiennes, John Boorman and more pay tribute to a master who transcended the limits of spy fiction

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Nov 13, 2020

Cats suffer from dementia too. Did you know that? Ours did. Not the black one, smart enough to be neurotic and evade the vet. The other one, the furrier’s muff, the piece of fluff. She’d writhe around on the sidewalk for chance pedestrians, whisker their trousers, though not when she started losing what might have […]

The post “Ghost Cat” a Poem by Margaret Atwood first appeared on Literary Hub.

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Nov 07, 2020

In an exclusive new poem and essay Margaret Atwood reflects on the passing of time and how to create lasting art in a rapidly changing world

Read Dearly by Margaret Atwood

I can say with a measure of certainty – having consulted my poor excuse for a journal – that my poem “Dearly” was written in the third week of August 2017, on a back street of Stratford, Ontario, Canada, with either a pencil or a rollerball (I’d have to check that) on some piece of paper that may have been anything from an old envelope to a shopping list to a notebook page; I’d have to check that as well, but I’m guessing notebook. The language is early 21st-century Canadian English, which accounts for the phrase “less of a shit”, which would never have been used in, for instance, Tennyson’s “In Memoriam AHH”; though something like it might have appeared in one of Chaucer’s more vernacular tales – “lesse of a shitte”, perhaps. This poem was then taken out of a drawer, its handwriting more or less deciphered by me, and typed as a digital document in December 2017. I know that part from the date and time identifier on the document.

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