David Foster Wallace is dead. He was my favourite writer. Both his prose and his non-fiction have a wit and intelligence that I’ve struggled to find in anyone else. I remember reading The Girl With Curious Hair and The Broom Of The System and A Supposedly Fun Thing… in the mid-nineties I guess, almost wide-mouthed [...]

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I heart Mark E Smith.
I only have three chairs in the house: one for the wife, one for me, and one for a guest. No more. One guest at a time - that’s my philosophy. You don’t want your house turning into a hippy commune.
His “explosive new autobiography” is being extracted in the Guardian.

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Popped into my local bookshop on Saturday and was intrigued to see the slim volume above. It’s a treasure. ‘What is Sport?‘ (google books preview here) was written by Roland Barthes as the commentary to a Canadian Broadcasting Company documentary, made by the little known Hubert Aquin. Essentially, Barthes was invited to [...]

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