Archives for childhood

A poem to read in the bath… ‘The Boy Tiresias’

You may have heard of Kate Tempest [below], the rapper born in South East London, who has gone on to write poetry and plays and perform at Glastonbury. ‘The Boy Tiresias’ is one poem from Hold Your Own, a collection about youth and experience, sex and love, wealth and poverty. Because of copyright restrictions I am unable to reproduce the poem in full, but please search it out in an anthology or at your local library. ‘The Boy Tiresias’ Watch him, kicking a tennis ball, keeping it up the boy on the street in his sister’s old jumper. Watch him, Absorbed in the things that he does. Crouched down, Observing the worms and the slugs. He’s shaping their journeys placing his leaves in their paths, playing with fate. Godcub. Sucking on sherbet. Riding his bike in the sunlight. Filmic. Perfect.’ There is a sadness at the heart of Hold Your Own, it is clear that Tempest draws on her own childhood for her poetry which is simple and at the same time rich. For more about Kate Tempest’s poetry and music, visit her website. Read a review of Hold Your Own, published in The Guardian.   ‘Hold Your Own’ by
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Categories: Poetry.

Book review: We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves

If you can, read this book by Karen Joy Fowler without reading any reviews or comments beforehand. There is a mammoth twist, which is best avoided. I am one of the lucky few who didn’t read a spoiler before I started reading, I knew only that it was about sibling love. But even so, I did spot the surprise way before it happened, and consequently then read on waiting for the ‘twist’ promised on the cover. Which left me a little deflated. I don’t know why, I expected the twist to be near the end. This is a very clever story, packed with philosophy, contemporary references such as Star Wars to Korean vocabulary. Rose is a student, looking back at her childhood and the disappearances, at different times, of her sister Fern and her brother Lowell. The story darts around the timeline and Rose tells different versions of her life story as she comes to terms with her life so far. Mostly this method of storytelling worked for me, but on a few occasions I admit to losing patience with Rose who I found an irritating unreliable narrator. I kept reading because the story is unusual, but my incredulity was
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Categories: Book Love.