John Self

A smart take on literary London: Dead Souls, by Sam Riviere, reviewed

Unread poetry anthologies proliferate, and the capital is ‘paywalled’ to protect its status as the country’s cultural hub

Sam Riviere 
issue 12 June 2021

Sam Riviere has established himself as a seriously good poet who doesn’t take himself too seriously: his first collection, 81 Austerities, opened with an account of how he blew all the arts funding money awarded him, and his second, Kim Kardashian’s Marriage, is the only appearance of that august celebrity’s name in the distinguished Faber livery.

Now we have his first ‘proper’ novel, following some experimental prose works. ‘Of course,’ as John Cheever wrote, ‘one never asks is it a novel? One asks is it interesting’, and Dead Souls is definitely interesting. It also fits the pattern of the poetry: this is a funny, even silly, but smart take on the literary world and the clash of commerce and creativity generally.

It takes the form of a 300-page paragraphless monologue by the unnamed editor of a poetry magazine, in a parallel world that’s a satirically exaggerated version of our own, where London is ‘paywalled’ to protect its status as the cultural hub of the country.

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