More Thanatos Than Eros
To this day I’m still killing Saul, so it is like Jekyll and Hyde, Saul won’t really go away. He’s always lurking there to cast a shadow of doubt or to make an ironic quip that will shoot down my plans. I fear him because if Saul is left to his own devices he will sit in a corner, taking drugs and drinking, lying naked in front of the TV, screaming at it, wearing fishnets and heels, choking to death on his own vomit. Then again, as with Jekyll and Hyde, if I was to really kill Saul for good I’d have killed myself too.
Andrew Gallix interviews Ewan Morrison, author of M énage.
Friday I’m in Love
By Owen Hatherley. Brussels is the capital of Europe, and hence is, for those of us who think a Pan-European Superstate would be a fairly good idea, a significant place. A byword for bureaucratic blandness, a cursory visit reveals instead the most chaotic European city outside of the UK, an amalgam of 17th century prettiness, […]