Ted Hughes was born in Mytholmroyd, Yorkshire, an ancient, stony, half-industrialized town. His father, who worked as a carpenter and shopkeeper, was one of only 17 soldiers in his regiment to have survived the battle of Gallipoli during the First World War. From the bleak landscape of his hometown,
Dickens saw London with dirty eyes. Colored by the Industrial Revolution's residual grime, his vision was thick with haze and factory smoke. He portrayed London's hovels, its drinking dens and shipyards, lodging houses and debtors' prisons, with hard-won insight. The author crept through London's
"The writer is in a god-like relation to what he creates," Martin Amis once mused in an interview. The question that logically follows is: what kind of god is Amis? Well, he is clearly not the god of Leibniz, who could only create the "best of all possible worlds." In fact, the case could easily be m
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As mischievous lads in Manchester, England, Sean Booth and Rob Brown bonded over a cheap synthe