Bestsellers make money. They do. And they get written about. Take John Locke. And money is great because you can get stuff and live. But to me, bestselling books are a sick marketing exercise, nothing less than playing on the fantasies of the masses. (more…)
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Of Gods and Men, a film about Christian monks in Algeria, has made me, through the ideas it presents and represents, rethink my place in the world. Religion bashing has once again become cool, as it’s generally acknowledged that only idiots believe in what they can’t see. Individual responsibility, Sartre screaming in the collective ear; but if the individual is an empty vessel then I believe society is a brothel filled with cheap sensory overload, false promises and superficial relationships. Say I spend time fulfilling daily duties for a paycheque (that paycheque goes towards basic necessities and fancies, no more) and in my free time I Tweet, Facebook/Facestalk, drink, go to the cinema (hardly, too expensive these days, download it), gossip about Apprentice… where does wisdom and understanding come into it? Can the teachings of holy books be replicated by Twitter or the rising careers of pop scientists? (more…)
I know I don’t offer much – I’m no Tom Cruise or Tom Thumb, fame and fortune does not blow doors open for me. I need to actually prise them open, force them sometimes, dislodge them. I also realise that the issue here is this: I require something from you. It may be a review, a favour, distribution, a place on your shelves, something along those fevered lines. (more…)
I just wanted to write a letter thanking you for your phenomenal perseverance. You show real character in the way you just never give up, never give in, hoping that one day I would stumble, possibly while hungover, and click Approve instead of Delete. I may well do that for you, for that wonderful comment that so highly praises the great content of this site. (more…)
We waltz through the blazing gates of the London Book Fair, longing. Shake hands with the devil. Shake hands with anything living or otherwise. We find the toilet for that all important pre-meeting piss, smoke one last cigarette, puff chest out like a soon to be slaughtered cockerel.
Ah, good times. Yep. The good old days. Wicked. Please stop using clichés. Invent new phrases, ways of expressing yourself. Why choose the easy piss-poor expression?
Nice one. Take it easy. How was your weekend? Cool! Don’t give in to laziness and prick your mental use to devour, deflower your listener/reader. (more…)
without comic books
without crystals (more…)
Now for something different. Or more of the same.
R.E.M. have been going back to their roots, to their early sound for awhile now. I must say I didn’t get Accelerate. It had the sound of an old successful band trying hard to be cool. And those days are long gone. R.E.M. are no longer relevant to the musical world, no matter what their hardcore followers say. But here’s the good news: the new album Collapse Into Now is pretty good, if unspectacular. (more…)
I’ve been interested in photographs of writers since I can remember starting to be interested in personality behind writing. There’s something about the pose a writer takes for a photograph that speaks to me. It’s a morbid fascination. I’ve selected a few photographs of writers for your viewing pleasure. (more…)