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'I never bury my face in a lilac flower without thinking of him. That smell, that heavy scent of being lost inside the summer, is his smell . . . I still expect, when I pass a lilac hedge, to meet him walking in the lane, to hear him singing some rude verse and laughing to himself.'. John Clare - 'the finest naturalist of all Britain's major poets' - was born two hundred years ago in Helpston village, Northamptonshire. His visionary closeness to nature, the harshness of his life as an agricultural labourer, the bewildering fame that followed the publication of his poems, his epilepsy and his obsessive love for a childhood friend, Mary Joyce, proved too much for his overstrung spirit and he spent the closing decades of his life in a mental asylum. In this intensely lyrical new novel, spoken through the voices of Clare's womenfolk and of the dying Clare himself, John MacKenna brilliantly evokes the emotional life of one of England's most tragic and influential pastoral poets.
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Nikov Scwent
reviewed Clare on August 01, 2016
Clare
I read Clare because having loved Miss Emily by Nuala O'Connor (a memorable novel about Emily Dickinson) I asked her whether she knew any other novels about poets. She's such a fine writer that I knew, when she recommended this one, that it wouldn't disappoint. No Amazon check necessary. This is a beautiful book, one I appreciated more and more with each chapter - until I felt devastated long before the end. In it, Mackenna captures the essence of the poet and makes of him a big, compelling character. He also substantiates, with poetic simplicity, the natural world Clare loved. And perhaps most of all, as a writer, I admire the skill with which he has adopted a convincing range of different voices in order to present Clare from the perspective of those closest to him. The novel is broader, deeper and more powerful for this structure but it takes courage, care and finely tuned intuition to succeed so flawlessly. Respect! I belong to a Poetry Reading Group and will recommend this - and Miss Emily - to everyone in it.
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