My books must have an intensity. A kind of claustrophobia. They are chamber pieces. Huis Clos. True for Soho, Autismus, Lotta, the Cold Icy Air of the Mountains. Then Twelfth, Winter and Alhambra. A new London set book in the claustrophobic chamber music venues of London. Using the 2006 Casanova stuff? Fucking violinists and pianists in London.
The sickly sweet smell of cum in the Soho porn cinemas? This my chance to talk about the Sunset Cinema period of 2005 (rather than the Soho Cinema period of 1999). The old girl on Wednesdays in the upstairs cinema. This is where we SEE what actually happens in Soho. Lela. Ana Maria. Olga. Sunset Cinema women coming in. Sunset Strip Yolanda Red Right Hand, Ding Ding Dong, Queen Anne Redd Adaire. This book can precede The Stripper, as the 2005 Soho period was Soho's last hurrah before King's X took over. Adelaide, Diana, Theodora. The steamy fronds of the Wigmore Hall, Boulevard Strip, Sunset Cinema. The curling tendrils of the Queen Anne to finish. End of an era for Soho and the Queen Anne. But the Scotsman is about to take over from everything, about to become the most important building of my life.
Have the Wigmore Hall book set in one week, a real Georges Simenon intensity, a Sherlock Holmes story, a week of visits to chamber concerts, upstairs at Sunset Cinema, my Vauxhall book, ending in Queen Anne with Redd. Chamber concerts throughout book, ending in chamber strip pubs at end, Yolanda at sunset, Redd at QA. Ends in a foggy foggy December London 2006. That was the end of an era. The Stripper is more a 2009 book. That was heyday of Diana, Teodora.
Yes the Wigmore book is my Vauxhall book, Wigmore Hall 2005, Sunset Cinema, Ana Maria, Lemon Tree, December needle-lost in Soho fog to finish. That my title? Needle Lost in Soho Fog.
My love letter to Soho. Soho (1999) is more about the Bessemer furnace of the pressure I was under. We don't get to see much of Soho. In Needle Lost we let Soho bloom and blossom before it disappears in a fog.
It is my fog book. Fog in Wigmore Street, Cavendish Square, Soho, finally Vauxhall.
I can talk about solipsism, of the Wigmore Hall transcendency, Viennese eroticism of the chamber music, Bluebeard at the Royal opera, Erwartung, rushing back to Soho in World Cup fever, Dr Who and Sophia Myles, Jolanda, Queen Anne. Just add sex scenes. Sumptuous Siberian Cleopatra. Yes, all the long Casanova passages about solipsism, Viennese eroticism etc but interspersed with rampant fucking scenes in Sunset Cinema, or Sicilian Demi, or Wigmore Hall, ferns, rugs cushions lamps, rain at window,
I am an opium addict and a gambler. Describe my Soho opium evenings lovingly. My confessions. Up a mountain too high to come down now. The air so thin so pure makes you hysterical, high in every sense. Don't want the thick polluted air of the ground anymore. Paris 1899. Fog. Queen Anne.
Chamber music, porn cinema, strip clubs.
