Friday, 5 March 2010

Bullshit Hunger: A Manifesto (not a manifesto)

A fight, an actual physical fight, between Ian McEwan and David Shields would justify the existence of both men in a way that their fiction and non-fiction and general pronouncements on literature and the world at large do not. I'm envisaging body armour, broadswords, widow-makers, crossbows, tasers, lasers, phasers, bowie knives, Bowie films, water bombs filled with piss and bong water, chainsaws strapped to bloody stumps, bazookas at ten paces. I'm a sick fuck, me, and not at all interested in art.

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