EVERYTHING MY MOTHER EVER TAUGHT ME ABOUT HOSPITALITY...

NON-STOP AUTO-EROTIC CABARET

This is a little belated for that celebration of universal intersubjectivity (which I spent, thanks for asking, wrapping my brain around Carl Jung and D.H. Lawrence), but, Ann Quin, this one's for you.

THIS DOES NOT SEEM STRANGE TO ME, IT DOES NOT SEEM STRANGE TO AN ECHO AND MORE SURELY IS IN THERE NOT BEING A HABIT

Broadcast are an uncommon, perfect thing made of nought but pure predilection and Trish Keenan, who died on Friday, has been the subject of almost every disassociative identity flight of fancy I've had since about 1995.

THE STRANGEST CANCER STORY EVER

Taking the tinfoil hat off - momentarily, I promise - and putting my "professional" (ahem) hat on, here is some work-related news:

GIVING THE HORNET'S NEST A BIT OF A POKE NEWS
With impeccable timing, we began a series of seminars called "The Uses of Literature" - intended as an attempt to hash out why exactly we do this bloody thing we do and, of course, to take issue with the unacceptably utilitarian, actually terms of the question itself - on the same day the Comprehensive Spending Review was announced. We've done four now, with another tranche of speakers to follow this term, and it'sbeen spirited, heartening and even rather passionate. Heck, we've even started streaming 'em online, take a look:
http://inventionsofthetext.blogspot.com/

INCORRIGIBLE SELF PROMOTION NEWS
I reviewed Tom McCarthy's good-but-not-as-good-as-Remainder novel, C, for the Review of Contemporary Fiction here.

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THIS COUNTRY

Been a little busy lately...

                                                                                                                                                ...back soon.

DINING OUT

I wish I could say this was an ill-fated dinner party I attended. In fact, I will say this was an ill-fated dinner party I attended...

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