Rise of the Nu Mohemians
In broken English and through a translator he goes on to tell how he felt disturbed by the repetitive cycle of observing chicks arriving to the scene, enticed by the appeal of darker life, slipping into a world of wrist-cutting, drugs, prostitution, debauchery and occasional degradation. From his bar he assembled a team of groupies who spilt their stories to him. He emerged as a writer making notes on his phone about the new faces’ demise.
Kirsty Allison on what gaijin writers can learn from Tokyo’s m-novel scene.
Credit, Debt and Forgery
Tom McCarthy is profiled in today’s New York Times: When Tom McCarthy agreed to review Clancy Martin’s first novel, How to Sell, for us, he was tempted partly by the book’s setting inside the world of crooked jewelers. “I’ve got a longstanding fascination with the way in which economics haunts literature, and vice versa,” he […]
Sunday Lunch at ATP
That, after a glorious night blasting our ears out to the triumphant return of The Jesus Lizard and the awesome sonic overload of Sleep, six of us writers, poets, performers and oral fetishists would be airing our Horribly True Confessions in ATP’s first Spoken Word event. Lydia has done more than probably anyone else to push the spoken word as a vital artform, joining Henry Rollins while he flexed his tonsils to the task and luring her formative inspiration Hubert Selby Jr out of obscurity in the Eighties was only the beginning of her working.
Cathi Unsworth reports from the spoken word stage of last weekend’s All Tomorrow’s Parties festival.