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Rich portrait of our island nation

SOME SAY THE ANSWER is the village of Coton in Derbyshire. Others reckon that Aylesbury, in Buckinghamshire, is the furthest you can get from the sea. But whatever the answer is, we in Britain are sort of sea people. The ocean unites us, just as it separates us from the rest of the world. But there is so much more to it than that.

In the final chapter of her elegant and endlessly interesting debut, Lily Le Brun writes that in John Akomfrah’s acclaimed film installation, , a roaring

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