:: Search Results Click here for newer results. Click here for older results.

Buzzwords » Stewart Home & Jack The Stripper (published 02/06/2006)

Stewart Home (pictured), who made a celebrated impromptu appearance at 3:AM‘s book launch on Monday, has written a review of David Seabrook‘s Jack of Jumps (Granta, 2006) in which you can “discover the name of the bloke he insinuates is Jack the Stripper (but doesn’t actually name) and a critique of his complete lack of […]

Reviews » The Defiant Prose of Stewart Home (published 09/08/2001)

His use of deceit and plagiarism is a light-hearted prank, a thrust against the fetish of originality and genius that he sees as being part of the structure of modern notions of art, especially perhaps in fiction writing that draws attention to the power of such ideas. Similarly, the use of shared names, such as Karen Elliot, Luthor Blissett, Monty Cantsin are equally prankster routines designed to reveal modern art’s need for the genius. The unsettling of these ideas–of drawing attention to the fact that ‘Art’ is structured around concepts of genius, of originality, of creativity by producing things that look like art but don’t involve them–is of course what these routines are about. But such work can have surprisingly violent effects and what is interesting about Home is the way he continues to direct his writing through the present age and its canonical authors, philosophers and artists towards a different kind of future.

By Richard Marshall.

Fiction » Palomares Bomb Grrls (published 16/11/2018)

‘He was a thousand corroded wounds which had to be forced to live. He smelled of the smoldering bomb & compressed vertigo, a thousand wasted summers, under his skin an over-heated factory of insane traumas, strong convulsions, fever torments & no soul, no consciousness, no mind, no thought, only raw elements alternately chained & unchained – he was away from his body which he saw as a mere burst of flame, a chained monkey, something like a low cloud or smoke, some apocalyptic grin delivering him to inglorious disaster, departure & solitary death. His body was detached from his consciousness, a vampire folded in his nipples, a grey devil, a black crablice & choked & trussed lungs, & all he said was he didn’t die to come back & remake himself but only to give up life & whatever life one had &, well, because he wanted the coffin…’

An extract from Johnny Pulp‘s new novel Palomares Bomb Grrls.

3:AM Asia » Essays » Re-Enter the Dragon (published 13/11/2018)

Apart from soccer players, the two biggest sports stars for kids like me in the UK in the early seventies were the boxing heavyweights Muhammad Ali and Henry Cooper—even if they were eclipsed in my schoolboy milieu by the likes of footballer Bobby Moore. I also used to see a teacher at school who was a black belt in karate practice his katas; unfortunately our Christian fundamentalist headmaster who had been in a Japanese prisoner of war camp— and as a result had an aversion to anything from the east—wouldn’t let Mr Beach teach us how to break bricks with our bare hands! As a kid I watched the Batman TV series so it is probable I was exposed to Bruce Lee’s guest appearances as Kato before I learnt he was the ‘king of kung fu’.

An extract from Stewart Home‘s new book on Bruceploitation. Boom!

Essays » Hop Picking: Forging a Path on the Edgelands of Fiction (published 14/09/2018)

I have never wanted to entertain, I have always wanted to disrupt. It’s why my debut novel was never going to be about family, art, theatre, historical dalliances, or finding authenticity in far-flung corners of the globe, but about a man who does nothing, just sits on a bench, doing nothing; no plot, no personal narrative arc, no redemption, no psychological pain, no reality, nothing. Simply a novel about boredom. The very thing novels aren’t supposed to be. For me, the best literature is the stuff that assaults the mind, which throws any preconceived ideas out of the window, that does away with the lousy, bourgeois psychology of the novel and (to use a phrase from the novelist Tom McCarthy) ‘tune[s]’ into the ‘rich trash of literature’, to use and reuse it in ways to tip the balance, to upset the status quo, and never to cement it in canonical position.

Lee Rourke‘s essay on being a working-class writer, extracted from Nathan Connolly‘s Know Your Place anthology (Dead Ink).

Buzzwords » The Missing Links (published 03/08/2018)

Deborah Levy and Olivia Laing in conversation. * Olivia Laing and Ali Smith in conversation. * David Hayden on the women who influenced his writing. * On Eugene Thacker‘s Infinite Resignation. * For Saul Leiter, “simply looking at the world was enough”. * Lauren Elkin on the new motherhood books. * How auto is autofiction? […]

Reviews » The Underground Republic of Tony White (published 30/05/2018)

White’s subtle pulp detective novel comes with all the benefits of the genre: a complex and twisting plot with a genuinely shocking and satisfying dénouement, a brooding, troubled and edgy anti-hero cop protagonist and a broad, psychogeographic and political landscape taking place in the designated sacred spacetime spanning the end of the Miners Strike in 1985 to the Battle of the Beanfield at Stonehenge. Writing it White adopts the playful puzzle materials of the Oulipo lit guys and gals and draws esoterical fodder from the Guardian crossword puzzle and the Sylvain Marechal’s French Revolutionary Calendar. There’s a luxuriance of natural feeling and grounded knowing in the well-healed prose. It has an assurance that drives the plot towards its severe but thrilling denunciations of our corrupt forces of law and ordure. White works against the bookish and cloistered, brings vernacular energies to his communal memories of this time.

Richard Marshall reviews Tony White‘s The Fountain in the Forest.

Art » A Personal Golgotha (published 19/05/2018)

It’s all DIY  – hardly proof-read and done too fast in between day jobs to be anything but jump-start writing. So forget about the writing. What matters is what its about. It adds up to a boss reading list and a cranked up gang of characters smoking up the haunted back bars of the eerie early morning. 3:AM’s been around since 2000 and I joined Gallix’s punkstorm early on. It’s one of the oldest literary sites on the web. And back in the early days there was hardly anything out there so we were literally making it up as we went along.

Keep Up: a 3:AM backlist.

Essays » Ann Quin: a Peculiar Fish Without Fins (Blurring, Filth, and Smut. Or, What Ann Quin Means To Me) (published 05/04/2018)

What is a blur? Can a blur be colossal and awe-inspiring? Can grime equate to more than the sum of its parts? We are faced with the image of a blurred window. A window frames what we look at, through it, it serves as a lens to the world outside, we see what it allows us to see, but when this lens is blurred, smudged with grime, what do we see? The grime? Or what we imagine – through experience or memory – what’s on the other side? Quin’s window stands before us from the outset, before anything, obscuring our view. In smothering her subjects and themes this way, Quin’s corrosion serves to magnify her intentions. Berg is dirty. Quin is dirty. Her writing is smeared with filth.

Lee Rourke on Ann Quin.

Buzzwords » Under The Paving Stones (published 27/12/2017)

19th February @ The Social, 5 Little Portland St, W1 Faber Social and Tony White Present: UNDER THE PAVING STONES: A Night of Experimental Fiction Featuring readings from: KIRSTY GUNN ‘Gunn’s prose is accomplished, poetic, and haunting.’ Times Literary Supplement TONY WHITE ‘A serious, engaging voice of the modern city’ Guardian STEWART HOME ‘Stewart Home is one […]