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The Anthologist is a novel about poetry by Nicholson Bakerwhich was first published in Its protagonist is Paul Chowder, a poet with a commission to prepare and edit an anthology of poetry, Only Rhyme. The novel shows his life, his thoughts, aspirations and struggles with writer's block. Michael Schmidtreviewing the book for The Independentgave it a mixed reception, [1]. The ineffectual protagonist is a beguiling misfit, advancing at tangents, a pair of ragged claws. The novel misfires The Anthologist this voice is overridden by that of the author who makes Chowder The Anthologist his own spokesman, giving him The Anthologist on LarkinMarinetti or Poundeither at odds with the character or outside the parameters of the novel. David Orrreviewing for The New York Timesliked the novel's portrayal of, and engagement with, the world of poets and poetry, [2]. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Redirected from The Anthologist novel. The Independent on Sunday. The New York Times. Works by Nicholson Baker. American Newspaper Repository. Categories : American novels The Anthologist by Nicholson Baker Novels about writers Metafictional novels American novel stubs s novel stubs. Hidden categories: All stub articles. Namespaces Article Talk. Views Read Edit View history. Help Learn to The Anthologist Community portal Recent The Anthologist Upload file. Download as PDF Printable version. This article about an American novel is a stub. You can help Wikipedia by expanding it. Further suggestions might be found on the article's talk page. This article about a s novel is a stub. Menu | The Anthologist Bar and Restaurant | Drake & Morgan

For Businesses. The Anthologist a Review. United Kingdom. The City. Edit business info. Your trust is our top concern, so businesses can't pay The Anthologist alter or remove their reviews. Learn more. Share review. Embed review. Great spot for a lively night out with friends! One word of The Anthologist the environment was a bit challenging. We ate here later in the evening around 8pm and honestly I don't really care that it's loud, but just be aware before you head there in the evening. All in all, the food was enjoyable and fun. I had The Anthologist vegetarian pasta dish, which was tasty and combined some cool flavors. The bar was a blast! Lots of fun dancing and interesting people. The space is really nice and the bartenders were attentive. I recommend stopping by here if you're in east London, you won't be disappointed! Called the restaurant last minute to book a team lunch for a colleague birthday and they were kind enough to accommodate us. The ambience is lively and service was friendly and quick. The The Anthologist was good but nothing particularly special. The rice served with the green curry was The Anthologist under cooked. I have been here on a Thursday evening after work and the place was packed with people. Be sure to book a table if you are a big group. Service was surprisingly quick and we never waited long at the bar. I love, love, love the Anthologist. Been several times mainly with work colleagues, and even had my birthday party here! It's a great after-work haunt in the City, which, from my experience, is the least City-ish. Good selection of cocktails served in quirky ways, but honestly the wine list is The Anthologist. It is beautifully designed and very comfortable, even The Anthologist toilets look chic! The menu is varied and crowd-pleasing, and you can't really go wrong. The sharing flatbreads are great and a good first call if everyone is hungry should have The Anthologist two! The main event here is probably the steak options, which are quite to die-for. My favourite eating experience here was the 'champagne surf and turf' with lobster, steak and glass of bubbly, which was phenomenal but sadly just a limited-time special. YES, it does get rammed, mainly immediate after The Anthologist drinks on Wednesdays-Fridays. I always book a table in advance easy The Anthologist do and very welcoming when you arrive if I'm bringing a large group or wanting dinner. This was the perfect choice for a large The Anthologist lunch 13 people. I managed to book a table just 90 minutes in advance after my colleagues decided they didn't like the initial dining choice. The large group tables in the middle of the dining area use a combination of armchairs and park benches. I found the service to be very good. They're clearly well drilled in large lunchtime groups. The menu has The Anthologist wide range of international dishes, which means it caters for most tastes. They are trying to present the food in an interesting way but it feels a bit dated now. Thankfully my burger came on a plate somebody must have The Anthologist Sanj M's reviewbut the chips were in a plant pot. The food tastes good and the Roman fires are are delicious upgrade from normal chips. If you like The Folly or The Happenstance you're sure to like this place. Elite ' My former manager from my former employer was visiting London, so I took her out to lunch near my current workplace. I chose Anthologist, because it looked reasonably fancy and the The Anthologist seemed balanced for any taste as well; my guess turned out to be right. I ordered the crab and crayfish linguini, and it The Anthologist the spot. There was plenty of crab and crayfish to make the meal fulfilling, and the pasta was done just right as well. My former manager got fish and chips, and she said hers The Anthologist good as well. On a The Anthologist note, the ambience was both cute and sophisticated, making it appropriate for a reasonably important lunch meet-ups. Last but not least, I thought the service was acceptable with the waitress coming to ask if we needed anything else at least twice throughout our meal. Typical City after-work-drinks The Anthologist place. I'm often in this bar after work, and to be honest, feel like it's largely style The Anthologist substance. It's always extremely busy, and it's a classy bar and venue, but is far too expensive for what it ultimately offers. No thanks I've yet to eat here, but judging from friends' experiences and the price of the menu, it won't be something I'll be trying any time soon. The Anthologist to the close by Slug and Lettuce or quite literally anywhere else, for much better value for money. The salmon was okay but the eggs were a bit gross - they were a bit grey and somehow there were whole dense chunks that were fully cooked like pieces of a frittata mixed with some runny egg To make things worse, I found a few bits of ham in there The dish also came with some toasted plain white bread In sum, the dish looked and tasted like it could have been served at some second-rate diner. The The Anthologist stars are for the flat white, which The Anthologist actually good - nice flavour, not bitter, and the perfect temperature. Service was underwhelming - no one ever checked on us, our water was never refilled, and it The Anthologist us a while to track down someone for the bill. Came here with coworkers and customer for dinner and drinks. The service is ok, a bit slow for our 10 people The Anthologist. They kept forgetting The Anthologist drinks order multiple times. One waiter dropped a whole beer on our customer's head. Omg what a disaster. Food quality is generally ok but nothing outstanding. A huge pub set mostly on one floor lots of tables and a huge bar. You may just have a wait to get served and then when you do it will take them a while for them to make you your drink. It can get a bit rowdy, with lots of people and loud music making it pretty tricky to have a conversation. We were located in a room downstairs, it was a funny type of room it was almost like a miniature flat with a kitchen like area and another area up a set of stairs. It got pretty warm down here it was near the loos which was an advantage but you had to go all the way back up again to get some drinks. A crazy crowded bar full of local bankers and businessmen. Great drinks, from a selection of wines to cocktails. It is not a place to go for a date as it's too loud and you'll be waiting at the bar for a while to grab your drinks. But if you want a lively place, full of interesting people, then this is the place to go. If you reserve a place to stand or sit, then it's a much better option, as a waitress will come to serve you there. Otherwise it is a tad impossible and I'd suggest grabbing a few drinks at a time. It's a decent place for breakfast or lunch, though not the cheapest or best in town. Still, it's a fun place to go with a group to hang out for a drink after work. I've only ever been to the Anthologist for work drinks on a Thursday or Friday evening. On these nights it's packed with city suits so unfortunately turns into just another soul-less watering hole. If you're planning drinks for a Weds-Fri night it's imperative The Anthologist reserve an area in advance, and note that the areas are often on the small side in comparison to the group size. We've previously been given an area for 40 people the agreed number that was only suitable for 20 max. I won't deliberately avoid The Anthologist, but it's not a favourite either. An evening out with girlfriends on a Friday night We did book a The Anthologist in advance at 7pm and it was a bit quiet, however, the bar area was quite busy. Gets a bit crowded as The Anthologist hours pass. Food was nice, service was The Anthologist bit rocky at the start as it was quite noisy and the waitress couldn't understand my friend so our wine order was wrong and it was The Anthologist bit overboard The new waitress was wonderful so our night didn't get ruined. After dinner, we shifted to the bar area and joined the dance floor. Nice place if you want to eat, drink, and then dance all in one place. Busy around and therefore a little lively but still able to chat etc without being overheard. Service was prompt and attentive. Food was delicious. Bar and Restaurant in Bank, London | The Anthologist | Drake & Morgan

In a career stretching back The Anthologist than two decades, Nicholson Baker has repeated himself only once. Room Temperature, his second novel, was arguably a refinement of the navel-gazing technique he brought to near perfection in his first, The Mezzanine. But since then, the only consistent thing The Anthologist his work has been its delightful, sometimes loopy inconsistency. It would be nice to be The Anthologist of as offering a variety of things, on different kinds of silver salvers. No, Baker has changed gears on us once again. With The Anthologist, we are back on fictional turf, and the focus has shifted from such larger-than-life figures as Churchill, FDR, and Hitler to a minor poet with a savory surname: Paul Chowder. Second, he must win back the affections of his girlfriend Roz, who has recently The Anthologist him. As Paul explains, the two crises are not completely unrelated. And I was morose at times with her, and I was shockingly messy. And I had irregular sleeping habits. The Anthologist she was supporting us, and I was nine years older than she was. But the big picture is clear. And what is Paul depressed about? No, because if we do, poetry will die. The rhyming of rhymes is a powerful form of self-medication. All these poets, when they begin to feel that they are descending into one of their The Anthologist canyons of despair, use rhyme to help themselves tightrope over it. Rhyming is the avoidance of mental pain by addicting yourself to what will come next. And the singing regularity of the four-beat, balladic stanza is something out of the same medicine cabinet: bardic Benadryl. But this brings us to the crux of the matter. The same might The Anthologist of Baker himself, whose fascination with, say, old newspapers led him The Anthologist accumulate an entire warehouse of them. But his fixations keep changing, as per his smorgasbord metaphor above. And what Paul really hates is blank verse: unrhymed iambic pentameter, the sort of thing The Anthologist found perfectly serviceable for 18, lines of dramatic poetry. No, his attachment to the tetrameter is intensely emotional. That leaves the awkward matter of the last four centuries of English poetry: the gazillions of iambic pentameter lines cranked out The Anthologist Shakespeare, Donne, Milton, Pope, Wordsworth, Tennyson, Frost, Eliot, Stevens, Bishop, and Lowell which sounds like the most forbidding law firm ever assembled. Has Paul perversely thrown all these worthies overboard? Not in the least. This evens out the wicked, sprawling irregularity of the pentameter. In fact, the extra beat transforms it into an elastic sort of waltz, which is ultimately a tetrameter in three-beat clothing, since Paul has The Anthologist an extra beat onto the trimeter, too. Ideally he and James Fenton, cited approvingly in the book as our best modern love poet, would settle the question by arm-wrestling at Westminster Abbey. Yes, I will now dabble in a Baker-like inconsistency of my own, and argue that many of his variegated books are about the same thing: stopping time. His earlier, insanely mandarin novels sought to dissect things — shoelaces, milk cartons, staplers, a baby and her bottle — down to their very The Anthologist. To his detractors, this The Anthologist Baker as a connoisseur of trivia, unable to see the forest for the trees, and possibly unable to see the trees for the The Anthologist. But there was always a purpose behind his microscopic approach. Study a thing closely enough, linger sufficiently The Anthologist its delicious details, and you impart to The Anthologist something like eternity. Baker wrestled with this idea most directly in The Fermata. It is crammed with erotic woolgathering, with masturbatory sequences of such deep-dish lyricism The Anthologist flagrant absurdity that they seemed to have been scored by Richard Wagner, if Richard Wagner had been hanging around the Playboy The Anthologist a The Anthologist more often. But The Fermata is, literally, a book about stopping time. And so, in a The Anthologist way, is The Everlasting Story of Nory, an attempt The Anthologist freeze-dry the mental processes and the springy, Silly-Putty-like vocabulary of a nine-year-old girl. Most novels are works of preservation, of course. But Baker was especially methodical in this book, which I would call the runt of the fictional litter, about capturing the likeness of The Anthologist own daughter. Paul Chowder is quite correct The Anthologist insist that when we get to the end of All human things are subject to decay, we stop. But we are not stopping out of a compulsion to even things out, like frantic hosts filling an empty chair at a dinner party. We are in the midst of a fermata: The Anthologist pause of indefinite duration. The mind is, at that instant, a kind of reverberation chamber, in whose boomy confines we absorb the information we have just read. And during that instant we are somehow outside the poem, outside its insistent cadence and pedal-to-the-metal urgency. Time has stopped. The preceding syllables, no lengthier in their aggregate than a popsicle stick, mingle with what came before and point to what will come next. The Anthologist stealth beats are the same as my everlasting pauses. I just want to sit and sing to myself. I want everything to be all right. The Anthologist it would probably be a small one. That, again, is no The Anthologist. Small is good, small is beautiful. It looked comfortably full of metamorphosive juices — full of the short happiness of being alive. Most Recent. 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