Neu! Reekie! 4
Following three suitably seismic shows, Michael Pedersen and Kevin Williamson present the fourth installment of Neu! Reekie! A night of avant-garde poetry, music and film featuring, Jock Scot Roy Moller Emelle Assorted Animations Raffle of the Absurd (Please note this date falls upon the Royal Wedding – Neu! Reekie! Inc will be expressing its views […]
The Stars Are Indispensable
Another child lives out on the California desert, and goes for a walk with her father. There are solar panels on the way back to her home and she gets a sudden fear that the panels speed up time, that ‘I’m a grown up woman coming back to this place after many years. It’s a broken-down ruin with no one in it. That my parents are gone, and our house isn’t ours anymore.’ How fast that pretty pony can gallop when it gets going. How our lives come to feel like city and countryside glimpsed from a speeding train.
Max Dunbar reviews Jennifer Egan‘s A Visit from the Goon Squad.
Funny How
Watching him is fascinating. Jefferies is bouncing along relatively light and bright and breezy then all of a sudden he will break into some genuinely pained rant about the “horrible thoughts in my head” that make him come when he’s having sex with some woman. It’s — I was going to say sobering, but that’s definitely the wrong word — like a misogynistic (not literal) serial killer putting in a cameo appearance in a risqu é sort-of light comedy for adults. The source of this is discussed by the man during the running time. He talks about suffering from depression (viciously mocking himself and the Western world for its self-absorbed navel-gazing despair when a lot of the rest of the world is so fucked up) and feeling suicidal and taking anti-depressants (which don’t work due to drinking on them), so it’s pretty obvious where this darker stuff comes from.
Graham Rae on Jim Jefferies‘ Alcoholocaust.