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In deep water
February 22, 2013
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Al Alvarez – poet, critic, mountaineer, all-night poker fiend – was 11 when first he swam in the waters of Hampstead Heath. Now, some seven decades later, he’s still immersing himself in the often freezing London ponds, only now it’s more as a balm to his aching limbs than to his adrenalin compulsion.
Pondlife begins in 2002 as a journal of the daily dips he takes, but becomes, over the course of the nine years that it covers, an agitated meditation on senescence and a pugnacious swipe at the maladies that lay him low.
While there is some satisfaction to be had from the poet’s description of the rhythm of incremental change in his surroundings – as subtle, often, as ripples in the pond – it is when Alvarez moves out of the water that he truly engages.
It begins with his gammy ankle – a legacy of his rock-climbing days – which, by the end of 2003, has “swollen to elephant size” and been joined by the disobedience of housemaid’s knee, making it hard even to hobble. Asked by an elderly passer-by if he needs help, Alvarez writes: “I would have kicked him in the crutch if I hadn’t known I’d topple over if I tried” – a vituperative inner monologue that he will soon bring to bear on himself.
His ankle becomes increasingly unreliable; he trips over uneven paving stones and suffers nasty cuts from falls. His health declines to the extent that, “I feel cut off from my real life. For my imagination to kick in and my language to come alive, I need to feel alive physically.”
His decrepitude worsens after a stroke. It is notable that the diary entries become less and less frequent, though the luminescence of a remarkable mind remains. Not least in his fulminations at both his body – “There are 90-year-olds who move better than I do. I’m not just depressed by the state I am in. I am outraged” – and the way he is treated – most notably when the NHS makes the extraordinary decision to take away his blue badge for not being incapacitated enough.
The final pages are an artistic triumph, and worth the reading alone; the rawness and linguistic economy with which he describes staring into the abyss is exquisite – and exquisitely distressing. If this is the last we are to read of Alvarez’s words, then it is the most almightily affecting send-off. “Vale,” he concludes the journal, quoting Villa: “Don’t let me die like this. Tell them I said something clever.” That, he most certainly has.
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by Tony Harrison

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Chasing Venus
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If the 2012 transit was a graphic illustration of what we already know, the unusually adjacent transits of 1761 and 1769 provided a vital opportunity to advance scientific knowledge. Andrea Wulf’s thrilling book describes an international effort to observe the transit around the world even though the participating nations were at war.By comparing the times taken for the transit of Venus from a number of locations, it was possible to discover the distance of the Earth from the Sun, as Wulf explains, “using relatively simple trigonometry”.

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