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PN Review At 200


PN Review - one of the great poetry magazines in the English language - has reached its 200th number. Eyewear says hats off to them! In 1973 W.L. Webb noted their debut in the Guardian, in particular the magazine’s ‘elevated stroppiness of tone and a sense of breaking new ground that I haven't come across for some time'. They have survived a lot, including the Manchester bomb of 1996, and made marks along the way with, for example, PNR 13, Crisis for Cranmer and King James which got them in trouble with the Commons.  I found it a great resource for my PhD research on FT Prince, and other poets of the 1940s.  While I don't always agree with the tone and tenor of all the critical judgements made in its pages, there is a serious, dignified and utterly committed approach to modern and contemporary poetry that remains unmatched elsewhere in the UK.  The new milestone issue, PNR 200 is for July/August 2011. Like every PNR it includes an editorial, letters, news and notes, reports, poems and translations, interviews, essays and reviews. It introduces new poets and celebrates those already on their way. The complete on-line archive is accessible at www.pnreview.co.uk.  I can't wait to get my copy.

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