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April 13, 2015
The eeriness of the English countryside
Fanshawe raises the binoculars to his eyes – and that “lovely landscape” is disturbingly disrupted.Viewed through the glasses, a distant wooded hilltop becomes a treeless “grass field”, in which stands a gibbet, from which hangs a body. There is a cart containing other men near to the gibbet. People are moving around on the field. Yet when Fanshawe takes the binoculars from his eyes, the gibbet vanishes and the wood returns. Up, eerie; down, cosy. Up, corpse; down, copse. He explains it away as a trick of the midsummer light. From there, though, the story takes further sinister turns. The Guardian
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...that is sceptical of comfortable notions of “dwelling” and “belonging”, and of the packagings of the past as “heritage”,
Oooh, lefty bonafides on display. With "scare" quotes even. Late capitalism shows its hidden hand at the Guardian.
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at April 13, 2015 10:26 AM