Tuesday, 29 December 2020

New projects for 2021

Having finally finished The Collected Works of Ernst Graf, what will always now be the standard textbook for anyone interested in the mysterious Marquis de Vaccine 1996-2019 (and who is not?), I today tentatively start work on my new projects: ON WRITING, a pondering on the process of writing itself, my way of writing anyway. AN ILL WIND, my ‘plague diary’ for 2020. A SOHO GOLDEN AGE, revisiting the 1992-99 years of my life when Soho was the absolute centre of my world. In SOHO (1998-99) the ‘action’ all takes place in our narrator’s head, his inner thoughts & feelings & struggles, so we never actually get to see what he was doing in Soho. A SOHO GOLDEN AGE will put that right. WHITE DEATH a lurid look at the schooldays of the Marquis de Vaccine and the roots of his ‘infantile eroticism’ that he has never grown out of & has no intention of doing. Perhaps also LOVE ME SOME OTHER WAY, sequel to THE STRIPPER (2007), to see what happened next.



Saturday, 14 November 2020

My current books

 My current list of books in print:

1.Therapy

2.Soho

3.Autismus 

4.Lotta

5.The Cold Icy Air of the Mountains

6.Casanova, or Lost Wanderings

7.The Stripper? (in revision)

8.Twelfth Night

9.A Winter’s Tale

10.Alhambra

11.Brussels in the Years of Recapitalisation

12.Yes it is I

Working on:-

An Ill Wind (my plague diary for 2020)

A Pilgrim’s Tale (my serialisation exclusive to PunchRiot magazine)

White Death (my school years erotic novella)

On Writing (an in depth analysis of my own writing techniques & books)

Thursday, 30 July 2020

YES IT IS I

The sayings and aphorisms of the great Marquis de Shard, 1896-1930, charting the zeitgeist. It will take you less than 10 minutes to read and yet contains more wisdom than an entire encyclopedia.
A book to put in your back pocket and carry everywhere with you.


Tuesday, 9 June 2020

My books

My books do appear, disappear, then re-appear with bewildering frequency. “You will never hang” as my mother always says to me. Anyway this is my current bibliography but I warn you now it is most definitely subject to change. My books are NEVER finished. They carry on mutating, blooming & blossoming even after initial publication. I include the links to the US digital editions as an American gentleman says it is hard to find my books digitally ‘over there’.

 1. Therapy (1996-98) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B088KK4FYW Psychotherapy & Pornography in End of the Century Vienna. “A cry for help turns into a cry of ejaculatory pleasure in the yellow fog of fin-de-siècle Vienna.” Blimey. “Ejaculation is the theme of my books. My books are not written with ink, but with sperm.” 24 pages.

 2. Soho (1998-99) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07PSCWV9J Eroticism and Jealousy in End of the Century London. “Attack all you want! I’m too busy ejaculating! With one floozie after another!” 31 pages.

 3. Autismus (1999-2002) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079BPFDFC This is a desperate attempt to communicate my last messages from the testing ground of world destruction before the end of the world, before my transmitter is detected and I am closed down. My reports are rambling, confessional, despairing, exultant, but the cries of a hunted man, in the Last Days of Mankind, in a feverish 1914 Vienna. If these are the Last Days of Mankind, and if I am going to die soon, I want to leave this record behind me. “White sperm floods from the fountains of the heart, roses burn in arms. Dusk, shed by a lamp, brightens the ejaculate.” 71 pages. 

4. Lotta (2002) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079DFBH43 Our hero falls in love with two 18-year-old Swedish barmaids in a Vienna hotel. 40 pages

 5. The Cold Icy Air of the Mountains (2003-2004) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0799VNQR6 I AM EMPTINESS. I AM A CIPHER. Here I am in Berlin, the city that was wiped out, the man who was wiped out. Berlin a beautiful, modern, elegant city. Now I know why Wittgenstein took himself away to small towns, Berlin, Vienna, London being, as Spender says, “haunts of anonymous promiscuity”. Wittgenstein took himself away from temptation. Berlin and Vienna are all temptation. It eats my brain away. 133 pages.

 6. Casanova (Or Lost Wanderings) (2005-6) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079DN9RFP I AM A BAD BOY. I AM ERNEST DOWSON, I AM AUBREY BEARDSLEY, I AM FRANK WEDEKIND. I LIVE IN A WORLD OF PALM FRONDS FLOATING ON AN INDOOR LAKE, WITH CLAUDIA BARAINSKY ON A GRAMOPHONE SOMEWHERE SINGING HERODIADE FRAGMENTS. THEN A SALOME. I LIVE IN THE CLAUSTROPHOBIC STUFFY GRANDEUR OF AN OLD BERLIN BEDROOM WITH A FOUR-POSTER BED WITH A MIRROR ON THE CEILING. I CELEBRATE MY VICES. 65 pages.

 7. Twelfth Night (2014) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BBPH28Q I need to put myself in to a mood of sickly morbid eroticism again! Of despair! Desperate sexual hunger that comes with black psychological despair and morbid sickly eroticism. The ferns and fronds, violin music, as dancers slowly take their clothes off on stage. Fucking like rutting cats, in despair, to fuck the pain away. Roll away and get up and leave each other without a word or a glance. I need to lose myself in degrading, sleazy illicit thrills again. Go back to the gilded gutter life of Francis Bacon, the sublime and ridiculous world, diving deeper into darkness. Go back to an infantile sexuality, pure priapism, the life of the cock. 82 pages.

 8. A Winter’s Tale (2015) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07K8QZ2X5 A travel diary 2015. 74 pages. "That handjob from Manuella was the best I ever had. I came a little bit but then felt another orgasm surging up behind it, and then came again, this time explosively, a huge cube-shaped glob of white sperm landed on the bridge of her nose, fortunately between her eyes. Never had a double orgasm like that before." 77 pages.

 9. Alhambra (2016) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B089FKQB7S A year in a part of Brussels not marked on any maps. 96 pages. "Beer, pornography and prostitution, the greatest things in life. My three opiums. I travel to indulge these opiums." 73 pages.

10. Yes It Is I (2020) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08DV11QK9 The sayings and aphorisms of the great Marquis de Shard, 1896-1930, charting the zeitgeist. It will take you less than 10 minutes to read and yet contains more wisdom than an entire encyclopedia. A book to put in your back pocket and carry everywhere with you. 48 pages.

Sunday, 26 January 2020

The first two episodes of BBC's Dracula (2020) will haunt my thoughts for a long time to come

The first two episodes of BBC's Dracula (2020) will haunt my thoughts for a long time to come. It was such a wonderful reimagining of the story that for me it became the definitive telling of the story. And Claes Bang the best EVER Dracula. I was so looking forward to seeing bang's Dracula in 1897 London. Then oh dear. Better to delete the final episode from the archives and leave us with the Demeter about to arrive in England. Let the 2 episodes of the 3 planned be all that remain, like one of the great unfinished symphonies of the world.
The thing about every Dracula I've ever seen is it is never horrifying. Just silly. This was truly horrifying. Harker in the monastery was horrific, heartrending. And yes Claes Bang is the best Dracula ever, but I must say also John Heffernan is the best Harker ever. Brilliantly written, acted, makeup. And the nun reveal was truly gasp out loud fantastic. Why they then threw it away with the wretched last episode? 'Dracula in the modern day' is always shit. Always has been. It had to stay in its period. I'd like them to go back and rewrite the final episode and only then attach it to the previous two.



SOHO (1996-99) is the best most exultant book written since Nietzsche collapsed in Turin hugging the horse

SOHO (1996-99) is the best, most exultant book written since Nietzsche collapsed in Turin, hugging the horse. Nietzsche on Soho. NIETZSCHE IN SOHO. If Nietzsche had seen his first naked woman in Sunset Strip, No.30 Dean Street, and lost his virginity to a Soho ‘French model’ inside No.61 Dean Street, this is the book he might have written.


How lucky I am

Standing waiting for lift to take me down to washing machine, I thought how lucky I am to live here in Penicillin Mansions,and how lovely it...