At the end of October 2013, I caught Jeff Dolven for a couple of hours in a Bloomsbury café, which had opened that morning despite the severe storm warnings playing out across the news channels. Our conversation was punctuated by the rumbling of the milk-frother, counterpointed (so I imagined) by th...

Last autumn, I was lucky enough to catch Brenda Shaughnessy on a rare visit of hers to the UK. From her home in New York, she had flown over to London for just a few days to read at the Saison Poetry Library’s 60th birthday celebrations. I had followed Shaughnessy’s work from afar since falling in l...