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Sunday 16 July 2006

PN Review is 30!

The magazine which John Ashbery described as "the most informative and entertaining poetry journal in the English-speaking world," the ever-excellent PN Review, is thirty years old. Andrew Motion, the British Poet Laureate, recently recalled having his first poems published in the magazine as a student in 1975, and praised PN Review's remarkable history as one of the most engaged and intellectually rigorous literary magazines of our time.


Congratulations to PN Review (to which, you'll recall RSB readers get an exclusive subscription deal) and to its polymath editor Michael Schmidt.


And, as we now do with every issue of PN Review, we've published Michael's editorial to PN Review 170 today here on RSB.

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Monday 17 July 2006

Paul Griffiths says...

A magazine that's 30 this year and was publishing poems in 1975.... Sounds like a zigzag kind of motion to me.

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