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The Missing Links (published 30/06/2009)

“To say he had a way with words is something of an understatement – a way with rampaging, amphetamine-crazed, cock-shaft metaphors was closer to the truth. He was a journalist who didn’t so much write as spit, curse and hyperventilate. He was brilliant.” Tim Jonze on the late Steve Wells. More here. * Coming soon from Damaged Goods Records, Archive From 1959 – The Billy Childish Story, a 51-track triple vinyl or double CD compilation. * Ben Myers’ (postcard) Message from the Country. * Bukowski letter sells for $1,500. It reads: “Hold, dear, hold to the fucking walls, and soon you’ll be laughing, you’ll be thinking, how did I ever let it get hold of me like that? All we need is time – to straighten out, feel better, and then make the same mistake all over again.” (via @bookdepository) * Kevin O’Neill’s report on the Michael Moorcock / Iain Sinclair / Alan Moore event (via @stml) * Michael Moorcock‘s call to preserve memories of London: The rise of psychogeography was in some ways an impulse to rediscover those old natural paths that I and others like me had trodden through the ruins, to find ways of rediscovering serious memory, something which Peter Ackroyd (with Chatterton), Alan Moore (From Hell) and Will Self (The Book of Dave) were searching out among the virtual ruins of a London that was becoming a shadow played out on the newly tarted-up walls of Notting Hill and Shadwell. * ‘Literary London’ is dead. Good riddance * Suburbia needs a new literary champion * Derek McCormack‘s The Show That Smells day at Dennis Cooper’s blog * Tropic of Cancer, Ewan Morrison’s book of a lifetime, the “only book in my parents’ bookcase which was turned the wrong way round with the spine hidden” [read Ewan in 3:AM here] * Courtesy of A Piece of Monologue, William Burroughs and Susan Sontag on meeting Beckett: “He received us in a very courtly way and we sat at a very big long table. He waited for us to talk. Allen [Ginsberg] was, as usual, very forthcoming and did a great deal of talking. He did manage to draw Beckett out asking him about Joyce. That was somehow deeply embarrassing to me. Then we talked about singing, and Beckett and Allen began to sing while I was getting more and more embarrassed.” * Is this the future bookstore? * Len Deighton‘s Action Cook Book is back! * Poetry sells! * ‘”The death of literature”, or something’, an interview with Brandon Scott Gorrell [read his ‘Two Poems’, ‘Hardware’ & ‘my personal ad from the stranger’s dating website is entirely unsuccessful’ in 3:AM] * Maud Newton & Alexander Chee on Jean Rhys‘ & Ford Maddox Ford‘s affair and the vengeful novels they wrote afterward * [Image: Alphbunny]

Whatever it is, we’re against it (published )


The relaunch of 3:AM continues apace, with:

– a less cluttered, easier to read front page
– some new team members
– a new separate section for 3:AM Asia on the sidebar

You can also find us on facebook, both at the group and the 3:AM page.

Mother(fucker) London (published 29/06/2009)


Tonight’s Michael Moorcock event at the British Library (featuring Iain Sinclair and Alan Moore doing their sit down routine) has inevitably sold out, but you’ve three chances this week to catch Dennis Cooper‘s JERK at the South London Gallery, with an author/director Q&A at the July 1 performance, along with readings from Ugly Man.

3:AM Reloaded (published )


What you (may have) missed on 3:AM recently:

Fiction: ‘Percussion’ by Claudia Smith, ‘Morrissey Attack’ by Steven Wells (R.I.P.), ‘Flushed’ by Aliya Whiteley, ‘Ben D’Augusta’ by Olivia Kate Cerrone

Reviewed: Richard Marshall on Loose Watch: Lost and Found Times Anthology & Max Dunbar on Sum: Forty tales from the afterlives

Non-fiction: Stewart Home on J-cinema [see also, 3:AM‘s new feature ‘Saturday Night at the Movies’; this week Cathi Unsworth]

Interviewed: Richard Marshall talks to Maxi Kim & Alan Kelly to Dennis Cooper:

I haven’t gotten a death threat in years. When I was first publishing books, people had this crazy fear that people might read my work and be inspired to rape and kill boys or something like that, which was based on this really dumb misunderstanding of my fiction. Of course that never happened, and in fact the most devoted readers of my work tend to be young people who relate to the young, attacked characters and feel strengthened by seeing their confusion and feelings treated with respect. Nowadays, I just tend to get these attacks that angrily complain about how critics claim that I’m a good writer, but that I’m overrated and actually just a vile smut merchant and things like that.