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Prize Listed

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Walking with Karl

Arts and Culture, Journalism, Prize ListedBy Dave8th February 2020

  For Prospect Magazine     I am at the House of Commons. Karl lives less than three miles down the road. So I leave it late and I’m crossing the river on a bus when I get the message: “A very close friend of mine was stabbed severely in the chest yesterday and passed…

Postmodernism is Dead: Essay

Arts and Culture, Journalism, Prize ListedBy Charlotte20th July 2011

Written for Prospect Magazine   I have some good news—kick back, relax, enjoy the rest of the summer, stop worrying about where your life is and isn’t heading. What news? Well, on 24th September, we can officially and definitively declare that postmodernism is dead. Finished. History. A difficult period in human thought over and done…

The last stand of the Amazon

Journalism, Prize Listed, TravelBy Charlotte30th April 2011

For the Guardian In the forest, there are no horizons and so the dawn does not break but is instead born in the trees – a wan and smoky blue. I twist in my hammock. The total darkness, which has been broken only by the crazy dance of the fireflies, is fading and now shapes…

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