Interfering Ernie
The next Sunday it turned out he had nothing on. He returned the call and set off early afternoon in a Peugeot 204. On the map the Rotherhithe Tunnel looked the best bet. That had to have been a few years too because it was a surprise, driving through. Fucking narrow for two-way traffic and tiled like it was the longest urinal in the country. In the world.
By John Barker.
The Humour of B.S. Johnson
There is a certain streak of irony in Johnson that can be wearing — “You always knew there was a writer behind it all? Ah, there’s no fooling you readers!” is the sort of thing I mean, but it’s not, ironically enough, a distancing effect. This isn’t Johnson being all Brechtian and saying, ‘Oi, look, it’s a play, now vote Communist’, it’s Johnson saying, this is me, Bryan Stanley Johnson.
David Quantick on the missing link between B.S. Johnson and Larry David.