John Clare - Works About Clare (chronological)

Works About Clare (chronological)

  • Martin, Frederick. The Life of John Clare.' 1865.
  • Cherry, J. L. Life and remains of John Clare. 1873.
  • Gale, Norman. Clare's Poems. 1901.
  • Wilson, June. Green Shadows: The Life of John Clare. 1951.
  • Bond, Edward. The Fool. 1975.
  • Dendurent, H. O. John Clare: A Reference Guide. Boston: G. K. Hall, 1978.
  • Storey, Edward. A Right to Song: The Life of John Clare. London: Methuen, 1982.
  • Brownlow, Timothy. John Clare and Picturesque Landscape. 1983.
  • MacKenna, John: Clare : a novel. - Belfast : The Blackstaff Press, 1993 ISBN 0-85640-467-5 (Fictional Biography)
  • Haughton, Hugh, Adam Phillips, and Geoffrey Summerfield. John Clare in Context. Cambridge University Press, 1994. ISBN 0-521-44547-7.
  • Moore, Alan, Voice of the Fire (Chapter 10 only), Great Britain: Victor Gollancz.
  • Goodridge, John, and Kovesi, Simon eds., John Clare: New Approaches John Clare Society, 2000.
  • Bate, Jonathan. John Clare. London: Picador, 2003.
  • Sinclair, Iain. Edge of The Orison: In the Traces of John Clare's "Journey Out of Essex" Hamish Hamilton, 2005.
  • MacKay, John. Inscription and Modernity: From Wordsworth to Mandelstam. Bloomington: Indiana University Press, 2006. ISBN 0-253-34749-1
  • Powell, David, First Publications of John Clare’s Poems. John Clare Society of North America, 2009.
  • Akroyd, Carry, 'Natures Powers & Spells': Landscape Change, John Clare and Me, Langford Press, 2009 ISBN 978-1-904078-35-7
  • Allnatt, Judith, The Poet's Wife, Doubleday, 2010 (fiction) ISBN 0-385-61332-6
  • Foulds, Adam. "The Quickening Maze", Penguin, 2010
  • Moore, DC, Town (Play)

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