The Night-Porter
Hotels are, by their very definition, transient in nature. Unlike myself, nobody makes a home in hotels. They sleep here, maybe one night, maybe many but they always move on. Like I will soon. Sex and hotels has always gone —
By Pete Carvill.
The Things We Did
I recognized the nude girl in the Polaroids. Nancy had such gorgeous, innocent eyes but in those Polaroids her eyes were dark and sad and full of shame. She obviously needed cash for dope. Hence the Polaroids.
By Dan Tracy.
Stewart Home
I think there is a lot to be criticised about so called Web 2.0 (centralisation, commercialisation, profit capitalism etc.), but it also marks the onset of the web as a real mass phenomenon, where it is really changing the social environment and where one can’t ignore it. We’ve got now what the hype was telling us we’d have a dozen years ago.
Stewart Home becomes the only author to have three interviews on 3:AM, courtesy of Michael K.
The Sound Of Drowning
With The Sound of Drowning Paul O’Connell steps forth and kicks a hole through the edge into this parallel world, setting free a devastatingly funny, misanthropic and strangely beautiful carnival of delights. In the process he emerges as the finest young auteur to detonate into British comics, if not writing, in a decade.
If Beckett weren’t pushing up daisies he’d be reading The Sound of Drowning, writes Darran Anderson.