I’ve read Chuck Palahniuk, at least four or five of his books which I loved. I’d read [Bret Easton] Ellis and loved him. Trainspotting, the whole canon. It just seemed done. Maybe I’d gotten that little bit older, the anger was still there but it wasn’t nihilistic. Now I just think that a nihilistic for the sake of it novel is a cop out from humanity…You look at the proliferation of websites and writing clubs and all that kind of thing where it’s just first-person nasty male narrative doing transgressive anti-social stuff, and some of its amazing, but it just seems the area seems overpopulated. And, you know, as the book became truer to my own upbringing, once I got over that adolescent hump, I was never really like that anyway.
Who’s that writin’? Alan Kelly meets John the Revelator’s Peter Murphy.