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Joyce Carol Oates on this year's dark-horse Booker Prize winner
In early 1860, a poetry fan from London called James Hipkins wrote to Dr. Wing, the superintendent of the Northampton General Lunatic Asylum, inquiring after the welfare of one of the inmates, the nature poet John Clare. The sixty-six-year-old poet's reply is one of the last things he wrote:
March 8th 1860Dear Sir, I am in a Madhouse & quite forget your Name or who you are you must excuse me for I have nothing to commu[n]icate or tell of & why I am shutup I dont know I have nothing to say so I conclude, yours respectfully
John Clare
Clare had been in the asylum for ...