Lint
His fast paced biography of a guy who, far from being unique seems to be nothing more than a self-aggrandising, attention seeking cock, is a well-informed love-in of this pulp-lit sci-fi author who was a contemporary of Philip K. Dick and Jack Kerouac. Lint was part of the fifties Beat generation, hanging out with the cool kids, being whacky, getting spooked by Orwell’s Martian prank of 1938 and experimenting with sci-fi political science, so his eccentricity and anti-establishment behaviour was paramount for his reputation. Or perhaps not.
Jessica Hope reviews Steve Aylett‘s challenging biography of Jeff Lint.
The award goes to
Ed Champion, of Return of the Reluctant / Bat Segundo fame, is live blogging this year’s Oscars. To help him along the way, he’s recruited a motley crew of fellow bloggers and writers including 3:AM’s Tao Lin. Though the 79th Academy Awards don’t start until 1700 local time today (Monday 0100 GMT), the action has […]
Burnt Offering
And why’m I being chosen, targeted, watched day and night? Yet apparently so fucking unimportant as to not warrant the level of surveillance I would naturally expect. All of a sudden so fucking unimpressive they send children to do their errands for them. Surveillance fucking sweatshops. Practising on me, is that it? This a fucking rehearsal? Breaking the new recruits in, testing them, blooding the little fuckers. This a fucking training exercise, a footnote in the fucking manual. How’d I get caught up in all this? How’d you get mixed up in all this Dave, I ask myself?
By Benjamin Robinson.