Again Bish, I really don't think you need to bite on this one.
it never ends.
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And Richard is just fine.
He's laughing.
From this vantage point, everyone's laughing too.....at Mr Holloway.
WASP101 was written tongue in cheek style unlike Chenners which is written tongue in rectum.
With incredible respect it's a book which may well not be of interest to you unless you are a London 'Styler' or have an interest in that world.
It's also a Roman a Clef. So if you don't know the scene or care about who's who then you'll miss out on quite a bit.
I'm a quarter way through publisher's re-writes now as they're very keen on the Synaesthetique point of view that I can now add to the book. My absolute pleasure.
Clothes are in the book but rarely as clothes now - They are mainly sense memories, tastes and emotions. It's a book about clothes that isn't about clothes.
Thank you for your interest.
It is dedicated with his very kind permission to Mr. Jason Jules, London, my great supporter.
- Jim.
It's the first book I've sold. Previously I've sold the notes for a book (Which I thought was a cute trick - Selling a book without writing a book) and almost sold some radio plays.
It's not really about anything. It has an unreliable narrator who can't be trusted and who can't even trust himself. Ivy doesn't really feature.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=taADLPtyDb0
Too much madness and substance abuse, with very little prospect of recognition and reward in this lifetime for those at the real cutting and artistic edge. If I was going to do it, I would be the heir of William Burroughs, nothing less than voodoo alchemy and storming the reality studio once and far all would do for me.
It depends on what characters you create - I mean, whether you could live with them - or have the discipline and skill to operate in a historical context like the wonderful historical fiction of Len Deighton. But in any event, in general, most wannabees can't engage the conscious and sub-conscious minds in the right doses, although alcohol can help with this, or learn the hard craft of writing as a discipline. Of course, there are exceptions: James Herriot writing watching television in a state of extreme ease with only a cup of tea. Then at the opposite extreme, you have Kerouac unable to write his "spontaneous" prose until the wee-wee hours and after copious amounts of benzedrine and Old Grandad.
By the time I figured all of that shit-out, I had moved on into a career with no time to engage in the aspirations of my youth.