MIld-mannered Ashes hero David Steele addressing the Australian wicketkeeper: ‘Marshie, you see this arse of mine, take a good look because you’ll be seeing a lot of it this summer.’ How much longer will we see Trump’s fat arse? (Sorry, my ‘no Trump’ resolution lasted 2 days and 3 hours.)
There may never be enough decent Republicans for successful impeachment, despite likely Democrats gains this year, but surely there’s enough lying, obstruction of justice and enriching himself for Mueller? You’d think…
Best hope: you can’t live on junk food, not after 70. His only exercise is schadenfreude. He’s human foie gras. His medical with a real doctor, not his own hired quack, is January 12th. Dare we hope? As Paul Whitehouse’s grim old lady would say, or hiss; ‘I curse you!’
I’ve been enjoying Nicholson Baker’s Paul Chowder novels, which are the musings of a mid life poet, full of intriguing theories and literary gossip. There’s a little romance, the case for Quaker pacifism, and the incredible story of how a poet, Archibald Macleish, became one of the founders of the CIA, a man the Chicago Tribune called ‘the bald bard of balderdash’.
‘Archibald MacLeish was one of the original instigators and organizers of this bloated monstrosity of assassination and violent regime change and unaccountable underhanded ugliness and skullduggery. And drone warfare. Which is why Plato was right: poets should never get involved in politics.’
Baker, Nicholson. Travelling Sprinkler (p. 107). Profile Books. Kindle Edition.
Few people are as eclectic as this writer. Innovative erotica, reportage, experimental novels you can actually read: Mr Baker is one erudite, digressive gentleman. Can’t agree on Philip Larkin – ‘his acid is too corrosive’, but then cynicism hasn’t always served me well. Maybe I should have been more like Paul Chowder. If you ever need to accentuate the positive just read these informative, highly entertaining novels.
He is also a wonderful essayist. As an ex musician he has fascinating insights into, for instance, Debussy’s La Mer, some of which was written in Eastbourne.
Hear here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOCucJw7iT8
Debussy piece in The Way the World Works.
Nicholson Baker’s Paul Chowder novels are The Anthologist and Travelling Sprinkler – the latter on Serpent’s Tail, my old publisher. Although Mr Baker has fewer cadavers. And no kinky stuff.
Robert Anton Wilson co-wrote Illuminatus! partly to debunk conspiracy theory and extreme Libertarianism, both of which have flourished ever since.
40-ish years later Youtube comments informs me that Fagen is here casting an eye in the pyramid shadow. Are they the Illuminati of Yacht Rock? Well, despite having spent a fortune on Freudian claptrap Fagen not known for magical thinking.
Love the last two albums.
The upper echelons of movies, telly and publishing get a pasting in this extremely funny, very sharp satire. There’s the most hilariously vituperative prolonged abuse of an historian, who more or less is David Starkey at the end of ep 2, when Hugh Bonneville’s decent publishing chap finally cracks. Tom Hollander and Hugh Bonneville have never been better. James Fox is a languid rival agent to Hollander’s ‘toxic yob’. Lots of gorgeous women, all stark raving mad. A cocky young director is making a Tarantino-esque costume drama: Hung Drawn and Slaughtered. Many other terrible projects are being treacherously agented throughout. Lots of insider gossip. Brilliant script by James Woods. Light years better than the stilted W1A. Three half hours of pure pleasure. All on youtube.