Episode 7: Anwen Crawford

The Clientele Podcast

This week on The Clientele Podcast, Robin Allender is joined by the Australian author and critic Anwen Crawford. Alongside the music of The Clientele, they discuss Sinéad O'Connor, Broadcast, Burial, the 00s blogosphere – and cricket. Anwen has recently published No Document, an extraordinary book, fragmentary, part memoir and part elegy; and Robin and Anwen talk about its similarities to The Clientele's new album, I Am Not There Anymore.

Anwen's website:

https://demandspopular.net/

Anwen's recent blogpost, which mentions The Violet Hour (and the podcast!):

https://www.fridayjukebox.com/selections/phantom-folk

Anwen's review of Music for the Age of Miracles:

https://www.themonthly.com.au/issue/2017/october/1506780000/anwen-crawford/another-summer-s-night#mtr200

Backlisted episode which discusses No Document in the introduction:

https://www.backlisted.fm/episodes/170-elizabeth-gaskell-north-and-south

24 Hour Theory People: Mark Fisher and the blogosphere:

https://sydneyreviewofbooks.com/essay/mark-fisher-blogosphere/

Ian Penman on The Beatles:

https://www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v43/n12/ian-penman/four-moptop-yobbos

The extract from T. H. White's The Sword in the Stone, which I (Robin) was struggling to remember!

One Thursday afternoon the boys were doing their archery as usual. There were two straw targets fifty yards apart, and when they had shot their arrows at one, they had only to go to it, collect them, and shoot back at the other, after facing about. It was still the loveliest summer weather, and there had been chicken for dinner, so that Merlyn had gone off to the edge of their shooting-ground and sat down under a tree. What with the warmth and the chicken and the cream he had poured over his pudding and the continual repassing of the boys and the tock of the arrows in the targets—which was as sleepy to listen to as the noise of a lawn-mower or of a village cricket match – and what with the dance of the egg-shaped sunspots between the leaves of his tree, the aged man was soon fast asleep.

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