“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”


DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)


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05 February 2014

FOR WILLIAM BURROUGHS, ON HIS 100th

On the nature of addiction, Unca Bill would make better comments than most on the international misunderstanding of the death of Philip Seymour Hoffman, although Will Self does a fine job here.  We miss you, Bill. Don't get too hot. And we're gonna miss you too, Seymour. Thankyou both, gentlemen. Go dance.

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