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Red Army Fiction
“I argue on my web site (with admittedly little proof!) that the Baader-Meinhof Gang’s supposed preference for the BWM 2002 models (thus earning them the common nickname ‘Baader-Meinhof Wagen’) was a significant reason that BMW emerged from the their late 60s doldrums as an almost bankrupt, dowdy car maker, into the hip carmaker of the 70s and 80s. The cars didn’t change that much, but the perception of them did; helped to a certain degree by the association with the notorious yet hip outlaws.”
Andrew Stevens interviews Baader-Meinhof.com founder and creator Richard Huffman.
A Double Entry II
“But the joke is that Christie becomes his own political party, a one-man anarcho-terrorist movement — a parodic composite of Angry Brigade / Baader-Meinhof Group / Red Army Fraction. By playing the system, by wanting to fit in as a consumer, while at the same time getting his own back against anybody who crosses him, Malry brings society to its knees. The novel operates like a great satiric fable, a anonymous Everyman or latterday Pilgrim whose Progress is one of selfish regress. There’s a nihilism and a knockabout glee to this book which is pure punk.”
By Paul Tickell.
A Double Entry
“To me the culture and the art that’s interesting is stuff that, even if it doesn’t have an overt political message, has a poke in that area. It’s about making you think about where we are and where we might go. And even when some of that work is miserable it’s utopian because at least it has an idea about the future and that means an idea of change. And I think so much stuff that comes out now isn’t interested in that idea. Maybe I’m some weird and washed-up post-Enlightenment madman but I still believe in an idea of the future, a utopia and change. Not in an airy-fairy way. It’s just that we are here, how can it be better? Why isn’t it better? This society works as it does at the expense of the many for the glory of the few. And I think that should change and I think I want to make entertainment out of that.”
Richard Marshall interviews Paul Tickell.
Virtual Prey: An Interview with Adam Prusan and Mitch Lerman
I’d like to think we all secretly love sexist trash. Virtual Prey is not the story of a victim, but a fighter. When the player eventually wins the game, they will discover Raven is a full-on Vigilante and takes her revenge with extreme prejudice.
3:AM interviews Adam Prusan and Mitch Lerman.
Some of The Parts: T Cooper
… I guess for me, it’s important to see characters rendered solidly in their geography. I know New York very well, and it was where I wanted most of this book to take place. As for Los Angeles, it was hard I guess, not to let it slip in. It’s such a weird fucking place. People are just so strange there in their little ways and needs and wants. The cliches that surround the character Taylor, especially, were intentional on my part. It’s totally cliched that she would go there, sleep her way into “the business” and not ever really get grounded. It’s almost impossible not to if you’re half-way good-looking and otherwise unskilled.
Matthew Wascovich interviews T Cooper.
Taking Drugs to Make Music to Take Drugs To
“I was always particularly fond of simple music, ideally featuring a drone, or common note throughout the music. Basically, one chord best, two chords cool, three chords OK, four chords average. Much of my sound (as opposed to conceptual and songwriting involvement) in Spacemen 3 was textural. Simple drone chords of texture, slow crescendo and dynamic — being able to take one chord from the proverbial whisper to a scream.”
Andrew Stevens interviews Peter Kember of Spectrum and Spacemen 3.
Giving Anarchists Cigarettes: an interview with Mick Farren
My approach is that everything has to be seen as multi-tiered. I think that communications need a global superstructure, this mirrors what Roger Hutcheson says, like, you need to take such an approach, the viability of preserving Gallic requires it, for example. You have to look at micros and macros, it’s the home to happiness tandem. What I’m saying is that I don’t want a grey world. Or rather, because this is the way it’s going, a grey world that’s painted day-Glo wild colours. Fuck that, it’s just disguising the real situation. I’m wanting a world that’s multi-tiered, that has real variety, real levels of difference. I think things will function without theory, we can work out the maths behind the machine later. And I think if you start engagement with politicians then you become a politician — you might as well be Bill Clinton.
Richard Marshall talks to Deviants frontman, novelist and legendary journo Mick Farren about his autobiography Give The Anarchist a Cigarette.
Scene 7 From Sarcoxie & Sealove
It sucks being dead. I can’t find new facts for you. But I can remind you of the sordid little facts you may have forgotten. My life was threatened after I survived the first media barrage. They didn’t like that I was back, and that my stories would be republished in your paper. On the phone, they said, ‘watch your back, watch your wife, watch little Adriana.’ As easy as phoning in a bomb threat to your high school, and we’ve all been there, right? But I’ll be damned if I didn’t take it seriously.
By Sander Hicks.
Cured
She told him to go upstairs and get ready. She told him she wanted to be close to him. She told him she wanted him. He rose with a wicked grin and moved towards the stairway, one of those cheap staircases with white painted metal railings. When he was a few steps up, she pulled out the gun and put two bullets in his back. The first was the calculated strike, the second an almost accidental reaction to the surprise she felt at the incredible noise the first had made. She dropped the gun, stunned.
By Jim Martin.
Four Poems
This guy has some rooting around to do.
A spill is current, at least with the bright berry stains
dotting the fence around the hedges.
By Todd Colby.
Motion Thickness
Sand gales grate your lips
the glaze of your eyeballs scraped and dulled
by their fiercest carress
and endless rags stream behind your running frame
like dried liana hanging from the arms
of a Khmer God in the summer typhoon.
By Guillaume Destot.
Five Poems
These all seem to you good answers.
Now it is your turn. Words,
protect me! And if not words,
then all the possible misunderstandings.
By James Sallis.
Text on Paper, Variable Dimensions
Maintenant #59: Gabriele Labanauskaite