Self-Help by Lorrie Moore
Rosie Carlile Rosie Carlile

Self-Help by Lorrie Moore

Lorrie Moore’s writing is a score, punctuated by the staccato of wit and pithy social insight. Her words read like poetry, but lack the intemperance that is so often the sole accompaniment of such literature.

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The Millennial Magic of Dolly Alderton
Rosie Carlile Rosie Carlile

The Millennial Magic of Dolly Alderton

Dolly Alderton is the internet’s cool aunt - at the Sunday Times literally, where she is the paper’s resident ‘agony aunt’, answering readers’ queries on love, friendship, families and everything in between. On social media she is heralded as the author you just have to read as a young woman navigating your twenties, initially thanks to the publication of her memoir,

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The Trio by Johanna Hedman
Rosie Carlile Rosie Carlile

The Trio by Johanna Hedman

‘I tried to communicate this insight but I failed - it fell flat from my mouth. I began to wonder if the only way to meaningfully communicate with others was through writing.’

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   I sat next to an old woman at the cinema last night and we both cried, then burst into laughter when our bloodshot eyes met. We were watching Past Lives and it was the strangest feeling - if you’ve watched the film you will know, if not I
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   Lavender, I’ve tried lavender. And camomile and eucalyptus and bergamot and white wine. There are ailments too gnarly for your honeyed words. There’s something I’m trying to say but I keep coming up empty handed, eyes muddled, words too h
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    Is anyone having a nice time?   Step into the light, let me see your face, trace the dents of cadence and toughened exterior. I have so many questions but I can’t quite bring myself to ask any of them; I’m hoping you can catch the glitch
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   You kept asking how I could stretch myself across those pages with so many words stuck in the back of my throat; sprawling and ink-stained and silent. It has been two years and the answer still isn’t fully formed - I suppose there’s somet
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   Sat on your floor and twisting fragments of paper round my fingers; you’d written questions on them and emptied them into a jam jar. We’d met two days ago. Your dog was missing, had sunk its teeth into the dirt and taken with the wind. Yo
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        You were promised a mitigation of pain, yet you remain the legacy of an ache. It still hurts to move sometimes. There is a fear so consuming you embody it;, you are the apotheosis of dread itself. And you’ve been sent enough art
Rosie Carlile Rosie Carlile

You were promised a mitigation of pain, yet you remain the legacy of an ache. It still hurts to move sometimes. There is a fear so consuming you embody it; you are the apotheosis of dread itself.

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