It's strange to think that titans like Martin Amis have friends who worry about them and roll their eyes when they rant and miss them when they go, all in a way unlike the way those of us who only know their creations miss their creators. We're all people, even luminaries and celebrities, and that gets lost sometimes, especially with the normalization of parasocial relationships on the internet.
The last book I finished reading, just last week, coincidentally, was Amis’ 4th book, ‘Other People’. That, and one of the books I’ve chosen for my Uni dissertation, which I’m currently working on, is his novel ‘Money’.
I was taken aback yesterday when I saw that he had passed. He and his work have occupied a large focus of my attention recently. Will do for time, I think.
Before Marylhurst shut down and I was still a student, I got cornered into writing memoir, which seemed boring to me. So I wrote about a breakup I was going through and wrote it backwards. When I got to a puking at a party scene, that punch wasn't pulled.
Martin Amis was classier than me. Did he write sex backwards? I'd be curious to see how he did it. Also dialogue.
Sanitized dinner conversation makes me want to put a bullet in my brain...A wise man once said "Even four hundred guys standing in line, jerking off while they wait to meet their favorite porn star, is an activity that beats rich people talking on a train. A stopped train. In the snow." LSDXOXO said it best "I can be a dirty fucking slut. Baby, you think I talk to much? Come find out how to shut me up."
Even though the Dubster didn't conquer his addiction, we learned so much about addictive suffering. In an interview, he mentioned that the Latin root of the word 'Addiction' pre-English was 'Addicere' which meant a kind of religious devotion which is exactly the opposite of how we treat it today. Addicts today are full time workers. Over time, even. It's a part of our history and it won't never not be. Dubs devoted his entire career to unveiling that stuff. God bless him.
Sorry for your losses...
Its our doodie to write of gravity defying, time traveling turds.
The British hysteria over a wealthy man having clinically necessary dental work was something to behold.
I'm sorry for your loss, Chuck.
It's strange to think that titans like Martin Amis have friends who worry about them and roll their eyes when they rant and miss them when they go, all in a way unlike the way those of us who only know their creations miss their creators. We're all people, even luminaries and celebrities, and that gets lost sometimes, especially with the normalization of parasocial relationships on the internet.
Again, I'm so sorry.
Martin Amis talks about his work "sniffing of the lamp"
https://charlierose.com/videos/2258
Another intrview:
https://charlierose.com/videos/3903
I was super into London Fields
The last book I finished reading, just last week, coincidentally, was Amis’ 4th book, ‘Other People’. That, and one of the books I’ve chosen for my Uni dissertation, which I’m currently working on, is his novel ‘Money’.
I was taken aback yesterday when I saw that he had passed. He and his work have occupied a large focus of my attention recently. Will do for time, I think.
May he rest in peace.
Before Marylhurst shut down and I was still a student, I got cornered into writing memoir, which seemed boring to me. So I wrote about a breakup I was going through and wrote it backwards. When I got to a puking at a party scene, that punch wasn't pulled.
Martin Amis was classier than me. Did he write sex backwards? I'd be curious to see how he did it. Also dialogue.
Am I crazy? I distinctly remember a scene where the main character is on the toilet and everything is going back into him.
What a great novel though, either way! Money was also an entertaining read from him.
Sanitized dinner conversation makes me want to put a bullet in my brain...A wise man once said "Even four hundred guys standing in line, jerking off while they wait to meet their favorite porn star, is an activity that beats rich people talking on a train. A stopped train. In the snow." LSDXOXO said it best "I can be a dirty fucking slut. Baby, you think I talk to much? Come find out how to shut me up."
I’m really sorry for this, Chuck. It’s such a sucker punch.
Even though the Dubster didn't conquer his addiction, we learned so much about addictive suffering. In an interview, he mentioned that the Latin root of the word 'Addiction' pre-English was 'Addicere' which meant a kind of religious devotion which is exactly the opposite of how we treat it today. Addicts today are full time workers. Over time, even. It's a part of our history and it won't never not be. Dubs devoted his entire career to unveiling that stuff. God bless him.
Amis on (not) using clichés ... https://twitter.com/bfcarlson/status/1660466426371624960