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    The Mirabelles
    The Mirabelles
    The Mirabelles
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    The Mirabelles

    By Annie Freud

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    Annie Freud’s award-winning first collection, The Best Man That Ever Was, introduced readers to a remarkably versatile new voice; The Mirabelles delivers a similarly exhilarating cornucopia – the Mask of Temporary Madness, Marc Almond, mini-novels a sonnet long, Carottes Vichy, and the most gripping account of a billiard game you’ll ever read. However, in a new sequence derived from family letters, Freud has invented almost a new kind of writing: neither ‘found’ nor ‘made’ in the conventional sense, these poems are profoundly moving, and startling in their boldly unfashionable lack of irony.

    Elsewhere The Mirabelles is full of the world-stuff – the clothes and food, the art and social intrigues – with which we dress and conceal our deeper emotions and appetites. In the end, this is a book about reality and its representations, and the truth and lies we tell about ourselves.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPan Macmillan
    Release dateDec 22, 2011
    ISBN9781447218210
    The Mirabelles
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    Annie Freud

    Annie Freud grew up in London and graduated in English and European Literature at the University of Warwick. She has one daughter, May.

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