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Saturday
Mar012014

Dead End Geek.

Excuse me while I blow your mind with this here epic treatise on the psychopathology of the geek, and why the geek kings need to stop dragging the reputation of geeks everywhere through the mud with their lazy, fatuous reversion to cliché. And if you’re thinking of complaining along the lines of tl;dr, then please don’t. George Orwell’s essay 'The Lion and The Unicorn' is 23,000 words, and people still read that.

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Friday
Jan242014

Bedtime Stories.

I’ve decided to try putting up a few kids’ stories I’ve been messing about with recently. Mostly they’re just bedtime stories I’ve made up for the kids which, if I think there’s anything remotely original about them, I note down and promptly forget about. Normally that's about as far as they go, but sometimes I remember them and work them up a little before letting them sink back into the obscurity of my hard-drive. In an attempt to reverse this trend, I'm going to put them up here.

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Saturday
Dec212013

Against Narcissus: On Murdoch and Miller.

Waterhouse's Echo and NarcissusI can never read Henry Miller or Iris Murdoch without wanting to throw their books in the corner followed by a loud fuck off. All writers like this reveal, with their ever decreasing circles of intrigue and destructive behaviour, is their own egocentrism, whose ultimate and inevitable pay-off can only be a solipsistic fart of arriving back where you started. It doesn't matter what it is, and it should hardly be visible, but you need to find some ethical motivation for why you're writing, or there won't be any beauty, just ugliness. It is of course tempting to confuse ugliness with seriousness, just as it is with pessimism or cynicism. But immersing oneself in squalor is just as reductive as drowning oneself in kittens; it's just a different register of self-absorption. Capote complained that Kerouac's work wasn't writing, it was just typing, which can seem the case. But at least Kerouac was trying to do something real by writing fiction that emulated the actuality of lived existence with all its ebb and flow. I know which I'd rather read about.

Wednesday
Nov132013

Gained in Translation.

Some thoughts on Sebastian Faulks' Jeeves and the Wedding Bells and why it's such fun.

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Wednesday
Jun122013

HAIR APPARENT.

I love women. And now, having said it, I want a chance to explain why that's not the benighted sexist crap you might otherwise take it for.

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