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Don Q Inn

‘The Don Q Inn of Dodgesville aka, Small Town, Wisconsin offers theme rooms for those seeking a different kind of hotel experience. There are rooms for all sorts of loser fantasies, called FantaSuites, like sleeping in a fake hot-air balloon in the “Up, Up, and Away” Room. There is an underground tunnel you can run through. There’s a room that’s the entire, dilapidated inside of an &47 plane that’s rammed up against the building. Then there is the “Northern Lights” room with a bed in an igloo; “Tranquility Base”, is a sort of space station; “The Geisha Garden”, which oddly enough has a bed and not tatami mats. But it’s “The Swinger” room that really got us and we’re almost too disturbed to even describe this one.

‘Upon arrival when we opened the door of the room and first thing we noticed was a “gross odor” about the room – we believe it was the smell of mold and the room had lots of flies. We keep killing them but there always seemed to be another one. The room was DARK. It had a dark (almost black wood ceiling) with more of that wood on parts of the walls. The DARK carpeting was so thin we think it was outdoor carpeting and OLD. The bedspreads were also DARK and under them the beds were adorned with blankets that were at least 25 years old.’ — Hotel Chatter

 

 

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Henn-na

‘The receptionist at the Henn-na Hotel in Ginza, Tokyo, is looking at me blankly, smile fixed on her perfectly made-up face and eyes blinking in a disconcerting, shutterlike fashion. Then she speaks – first in Japanese, then in an English translation. “Welcome to the Henn-na Hotel. Please use the kiosk machine to complete your check-in.”

‘It’s hard to find good staff these days. So Japan’s H.I.S hospitality group, who own Henn-na (which translates as “weird”) in the heart of Tokyo’s upmarket shopping district, have taken a revolutionary step and installed very lifelike androids to look after the check-in process. And so far, no-one is complaining that the machines have ousted human employees.’ — Japan Nut

 

 

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Null Stern Hotel

‘Null Stern Hotel is an abandoned Swiss nuclear shelter that’s been converted into a hotel. “Null Stern” translates to “zero star”, and that rating is earned because guests don’t get much more than a bed and hot water. You’ll even have to share your room with up to six other people. On the plus side a night only costs ten dollars, but this hotel isn’t designed just for travelers on a budget. Its creators are marketing it both as a social experiment and a chance for guests to get to know their fellow travelers on a more intimate level.’ — Hotelville

 

 

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The UFO Hotel

‘This entire project is the dream of Alien Fresh Jerky proprietor Luis Ramallo, who lures an estimated 750,000 lovers of dried, spiced meats a year off of Interstate 15 and into Baker, which sits between Las Vegas and Los Angeles. “We are tremendously excited about developing the first authentic UFO Hotel in the world, not just in America,” he says. “There are tens of millions of Sci-Fi and UFO fans in the world who have been dreaming of a venue just like this. They will finally have it.”

‘Aside from the alien-themed everything, the best part of the hotel might be the opportunity for guests “to twist various dials and hatch handles” on the way to their rooms. “If they turn the wrong one, a warning light and siren will flash, just like on an actual spaceship.” JUST LIKE ON AN ACTUAL SPACESHIP. When they’re not setting off sirens, guests can also take advantage of “unique photo-ops throughout the spacecraft with alien crew members re-charging themselves in pods.” This hotel cannot come into being soon enough. Rooms are expected to start at just $300 a night. (“[A]n incredible bargain for a one-of-a-kind experience,” Ramallo says.)’ — la.curbed

 

 

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Haoduo Panda Hotel

‘The Haoduo Panda Hotel, which lies at the foot of Emei Mountain in southwest China’s Sichuan province, is the first hotel of its kind in the world. The rooms are decorated with panda pictures and cuddly toy pandas sit on the beds, tables and chairs. The staff even dress in panda costumes to entertain the guests. The hotel will officially open in May with room rates from 300 ($48) to 500 yuan per night.’ — The Independent

 

 

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Maya Hotel

‘The $209 million Maya Hotel located south of Cancun, slated to open in 2026. This pyramid-shaped hotel will float in the crystal clear Caribbean waters with the help of a new composite material, normally used in the defense industry, which is billed as six times lighter and ten times stronger than steel.’ — Five Star Alliance

 

 

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CasAnus Hotel

‘A hotel in Belgium is offering tourists the chance to stay in a accomodation designed to look like a colon. The CasAnus Hotel offers couples an overnight stay for 120 Euros – around £100 – complete with a double bed, shower and central heating. It was originally created by Dutch artist Joep Van Lieshout, but the structure was renovated into living quarters and now sits on the grounds of the Verbeke Foundation Art Park. The hotel is run by owners Geert and Carla Verbeke-Lens, who say the hotel is ‘extremely popular’ with couples. It is utterly silent and pitch black at night, so bring a torch if you want to creep around at night.’ — collaged

 

 

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Tianzi Hotel

‘The Tianzi Hotel in Hebei Province, China is the largest image hotel in the world. Shou, on the left, is holding a peach that contains a suite. Enter the hotel through his right foot. Built in 2000, this 10-story building depicts Fu, Lu and Shou—Chinese gods symbolizing good fortune, prosperity and longevity.’ — collaged

 

 

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Waterhouse at South Bund

‘Like something from a Hitchcock movie, each of the 19 rooms in this converted Shanghai warehouse hotel comes with peepholes in the walls and the door, so visitors can “spy on” guests as they pass by (or vice versa). NHDRO, the interior design firm behind the hotel, claims that this voyeuristic approach to living harks back to the traditional Shanghai residential alleyways called “longtangs” (弄堂). Among these labyrinth-like communities, neighbors would peep into each other’s houses.’ — collaged

 

 

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Amethyst Hotel

‘Purple amethyst crystals formed inside rocks provided the inspiration for this ambitious hotel design, proposed by Dutch studio NL Architects for an island off the south coast of China. “Amethyst Hotel is, in a way, a Marriott Marquis hotel sliced in the centre, exposing its magnificent interior,” they added.’ — dezeen

 

 

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Hotel de Sal Playa

‘In the dining room of the Hotel de Sal Playa in Bolivia, the salt is always on the table. In fact, at the world’s only hotel made of salt, the salt is the table. Located near the famous Uyuni salt mine in the southwestern part of the country, Hotel de Sal Playa’s roof, and bar are built of salt. Even the floor is covered with salt granules.

‘The hotel was built in 1993 by a salt artisan who saw a mint in the number of tourists looking for places to stay while visiting the nearby mine, which is one of the world’s largest of its kind. The lodge has 15 bedrooms, a dining room, a living room and a bar.

‘The hotel walls are made of salt blocks stuck together with a cement-like substance made of salt and water. During rainy seasons, the walls are strengthened with new blocks, while the owners ask the guests to avoid licking the walls to prevent deterioration.’ — collaged

 

 

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Flush Hotel

‘Sim Jae-Duck built the $1.6 million toilet bowl-shaped Flush Hotel in order to raise awareness about cleaner sanitation around the world. This live-in restroom is over 400 square meters in size, and is located just south of Seoul, South Korea. The most amazing part about this giant toilet is not the design, but rather how much it costs to stay here for one night: $50,000. It must be said, though, that the proceeds go to provide poor countries with proper sanitation.’ — collaged

 

 

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The Sun Cruise Resort & Yacht

‘The Sun Cruise Resort & Yacht sits perched high above the shores of Jeongdongjin, a South Korean tourist town which, according to the South Korean government at least, has the best sunrise in all the land. Measuring in at roughly 540 feet, the cruise-ship themed resort has 211 guest rooms. Its rooms feature port holes to give an authentic experience, and the sounds of waves crashing against the boat plays out over loudspeakers. The piped soundtrack of bird calls adds to the illusion of being at sea. The resort opened in 2002 as a way to give tourists who didn’t have the money to go on a cruise the experience of being on one.’ — collaged

 

 

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Can Sleep Hotel

‘Every August for the past 30 years, thousands of partygoers have flocked to the Dyrehaven, a magnificent beech forest next to Denmark’s Lake Skanderborg for the Skanderborg Music Festival, or Smukfest. Here, the creative juices flow just as freely as the beer. In lieu of living in a tent, some lucky attendees sleep in one of 114, two-story aluminum Royal Unibrew beer cans, enlarged to 12.5 feet high. Covered in golden, bubbly wallpaper and furnished entirely by Ikea, the first floor features a small living area and a minibar that’s replenished each day. When the dweller’s ready to turn in, he climbs the ladder to a circular double bed and pops the skylight.’ — moco-choco.com

 

 

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Lloyd in the Sky with Diamonds Hotel

‘The Curtis Hotel in Denver, a DoubleTree Hotel, has created a $50,000 floating bounce house hotel, billed as “the world’s only floating pop-up hotel room”. Guests will stay the night suspended more than 22 feet in the air in an inflatable hotel room that features a bed, a couch and a small bathroom with a shower, sink and toilet. The hotel stay includes luxurious airport transportation via limousine, stocked with cocktails and munchies, a set of Swarovski binoculars, a Tiffany diamond necklace & earrings, a 60s themed party for 100 friends, and the butler service of Lloyd, the hotel’s spokesrobot who will give you bottomless Mimosas and Bloody Marys and iPad mini loaded with the Stargazer app.’ — collaged

 

 

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Gagudju Crocodile Holiday Inn

‘Indigenous owned Gagudju Crocodile Holiday Inn is deluxe accommodation located in Jabiru, approximately 2.5 hours drive from Darwin and ideally located for visitors to explore the north of Kakadu, including Ubirr, Cahills Crossing and Magella Creek. The hotel is uniquely shaped to represent Kakadu’s most famous inhabitant, the saltwater crocodile. Relax in a spacious air-conditioned room, unwind in your private courtyard, by the shaded outdoor pool or take in the landscaped interior garden view from the balcony. After an adventurous day, dine at Escarpment Restaurant and Bar.’ — travelnt.com

 

 

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Tate & Lyles Edible Hotel

‘The world’s first hotel made entirely from cake will welcome guests for one night only in London. More than 14 artists spent 2,000 hours baking and 900 hours decorating the hotel with over 600 kilos of sugar. It has three floors and eight rooms. Guests of the hotel will be encouraged to eat their way through windows and walls clad with 2,000 macaroons. The hotel contains a rug made from 1,081 meringues hand-stitched together.

‘Sugar fanatics will also be able to chow down on windowsills built entirely from fudge, a bath filled with caramel-coated popcorn and 20 kilos of marshmallow garlands. Bedside tables at the hotel even have edible books and there is edible art on the walls.

‘Guests will have the chance to enjoy a Pirates of the Caribbean room with a treasure chest full of edible pearls, ginger-spiced doubloons and cutlasses and a Mediterranean-inspired bedroom with 10 meters of edible bunting. There is also a British-inspired golden syrup sugar room and a South Pacific room with a two meter-high Easter Island statue made entirely from chocolate mud cake.’ — Opposing Views

 

 

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The Nakanoshima Hotel

‘Where else can one enjoy room service while on the toilet than in Japan? The Nakanoshima Hotel is a small, but luxurious, fully functioning public bathroom. Located in downtown Osaka, fenced by two rushing rivers, this one-room facility boasts an ivory-sheeted bed, a stylish desk, fresh-cut flowers and a prominent opening in the wall marked with a male figure on the right and female on the left. Through this opening, a stream of citizens flow in hopes of emptying their bladders. Stay if the idea of waking up to a cleaner mopping up urine from the tiles is intriguing to you. Crafted by Tatzu Nishi, the hotel is his celebration of the everyman’s commode. On the other hand, it is thoroughly disinfected and designed to be comfortable even though you can still hear people using the toilet in the other side of the wall.’ — Purple Travel

 

 

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La Villa Hamster

‘If you want to know what it’s like to live like a hamster, than look no further than La Villa Hamster. Tucked away down an unremarkable side-street near the centre of the western French city Nantes, La Villa Hamster offers guests the “unique” opportunity to live the life of a rodent. The hotel has all basic amenities essential for a rodent such as containers of organic grain, a metal water spigot activating by pushing a giant lever with your foot, and a double bed accessible only by a step ladder and a crawl space, a bathroom with a giant vat of wood chips, a giant troth for a sink and a working human-sized hamster wheel. Villa guests are also given hamster masks to wear during their stay. The owners are now looking for properties in Paris and in London with the intention of expanding the experience across the channel.’ — collaged

 

 

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Faralda NDSM Crane Hotel

‘Soaring above the derelict shipyard-turned-edgy artist community NSDM-werf on the northern side of the IJ river (a free 10-minute ferry ride from Amsterdam’s Centraal Station), a vivid red, yellow and gunmetal-grey industrial crane contains a TV production studio and the Faralda NDSM Crane Hotel Amsterdam (faralda.com). Its three fantasy-world suites perched at varying heights – Free Spirit (35m), Secret (40m) and Mystique (45m) – are swathed in shimmering fabrics, with freestanding baths, bold objets d’art and vertiginous views. On the crane’s rooftop, you can soak in the outdoor hot tub or plunge off (attached to a bungee cord).’ — collaged

 

 

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The Spitbank Fort Hotel

‘In 1800, the Lord Palmerston, the British Prime Minister at the time, commissioned the construction of several forts at Sea Portsmouth to protect the harbor from invading French forces after the news that Napoleon III had become Emperor of France. The attacks never materialized, but the forts continued to strengthen with weapons and maintained throughout the century. Decommissioned in the 1980′s and most were sold to individuals, and one of them was transformed into a luxury hotel. The Spitbank Fort has everything one would want to enjoy the holidays. Luxury furnishings in the eight suites, impressive surroundings with pool, bar, restaurant, sauna and specially designed decks for guests to enjoy the sun.’ — loststateminor.com

 

 

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Love Villa Hotel

‘Love hotels are rife in greater Bangkok, since Thailand is one of the affair-iest countries in the world. But most of them are pretty dated and you wouldn’t really want to see them in bright light or sobriety. However, Love Villa, a new-ish property in Nonthaburi that’s about an hour and a half drive from downtown Bangkok, looks pretty modern. The 40-room hotel has been open just over two years. Its theme is “Communism”. Low-lit in red and black, the rooms feature light-up hammer and sickles behind the beds, surrounded by stars, gun-filled war rooms, and on one wall a Hitler mural.’ — collaged

 

 

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Shimao Wonderland InterContinental

‘The $555 million Shimao Wonderland InterContinental is an epic 380-room, five-star, underwater-cave hotel-meets-sports-complex currently being built into the side of a partially flooded Chinese quarry. Located thirty miles from Shanghai near Tianmenshan Mountain, the S-shaped hotel from British design firm Atkins will be a “groundscraper”, since it’ll jut only 50 feet above the quarry but drop 19 stories below it. If all goes to plan, it’ll eventually be part of a huge theme park, as well.

‘Instead of draining the quarry, they’re gonna fill it up to create an artificial lake for water sports. They’re also installing a futuristic waterfall that cascades over the hotel’s façade. And that there’ll be rock climbers scaling the surrounding cliffs. And bungee jumpers leaping off of them. So, wait, if the hotel is now sitting in a lake, doesn’t that mean…? Correct, the two bottom floors will be entirely underwater.’ — InterTravel

 

 

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Null Stern 2

‘One open-air hotel, called Null Stern, eliminates walls and a roof altogether. Located in the middle of the Swiss Alps, The Null Stern concept simply consists of a double bed with an oversized backboard, a small floor area, two bedside tables and a pair of lamps. The nearest toilet is 10km away. In German, the hotel’s name translates to “zero stars.”

‘”The star is not the hotel but each guest,” the hotel’s co-founder, Daniel Charbonnier, told Business Insider. “We got rid of all the walls, and the only thing left is you and your experience.”

‘Null Stern launched with one bed in July 2016, and it opened its second in early June on the Göbsi summit in Appenzell, Switzerland. Staying the night will set you back AED 1, 100 ($274).’ — collaged

 

 

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Karostas Cietums

‘Originally built in 1900, Liepaja’s notorious Karosta Prison in Latvia spent its early years as an infirmary, before becoming a Nazi and Soviet military jail from which World War Two prisoners made desperate attempts to escape. Some were sentenced to death, and the prison has since featured on television amidst claims of regular hauntings.

‘Now renovated as a hotel and tourist centre, there is quite simply no better place to experience an authentic ‘prisoner’ life…except that you get to leave at the end of your stay!

‘Simply sign a consent form, and you can experience an ‘Extreme Night’ in the Communist-era prison, complete with enforced exercise and insults from the guards, cleaning duties, prisoner rations and an iron-clad cell complete with bed, toilet, a small dresser…oh, and cast iron bars on the door.’ — Host Unusual

 

 

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p.s. Hey. The estimable filmmaker and writer Lily Lady and I had a conversation about Zac Farley’s and my imminent film ROOM TEMPERATURE and other things for TalkHouse, and you can read it if you’d like to. ** Thomas Moronic, Hey, hey! I’ll look for the Huggy Bear book. Did you ever see them live? Were you old enough back then? Final days on your new novel is ultra-exciting news! Keep that nitpicking going as long as you need to. And I didn’t realise your Kiddie Punk book is on the cusp! Whoa. I’ll hit Michael up. Enjoy, enjoy!!! Love, me. ** jay, Hi! No, I don’t think that novel influenced me, but his work in general probably did. He’s a huge fave. Haywire legs. I’m getting Jerry Lewis vibes. But sorry for the timing, but happy you made Paris count anyway. That push-pull can be kind of ideal. As long as the pull doesn’t get pushed too far, I guess. Enjoy home, and love from a familiar place. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Haha, love was actually quoting the original and infinitely better Gram Parsons version. Madonna! And I didn’t recognize it. Which I’m kind of proud of, haha. What happened to the “You feel my heart beating” blues?, Where is that “Anywhere you go, I will go with you”?, Call that old fashioned love tickle last year’s news, G. ** _Black_Acrylic, Even I saw that famous The Word appearance. It seems like they were kind of built to splinter, but it’s sad that they did. ** Misanthrope, Vomiting sucks. Well, actually the opposite of sucks. Sorry, dude. I hope working cured you. Is that even possible? Hang in there. ** Steeqhen, You could start there, but it might be better to start your R-G experience with one of his early classics like ‘The Voyeur’ or ‘In The Labyrinth’. Congrats on the exam acing. Ecstatic, dreaming, and intelligent: what a combo! You sound like you have the short term future sorted. Thanks about the screening and scripting. The script is finally getting pretty close. Big mid-week! ** Sypha, Yes, your Robbe-Grillet phobia is very well known around these parts. Oo-er yourself! ** Jack Skelley, Hey. Yes, his films are fantastic. Knowing that Vic Mizzy had input does add some pos points to AF, okay. Lily Lady and I talked about ‘RT’. Link at the top if you haven’t seen it. Pawn takes King. ** Lucas, Hi. Um, Saturday morning could work. I have to do the blog in the morning, but we could sort something out. Let me know. And feel better. Yes, ‘ASN’ is on archive.org. I should share this publicly. Everyone, I forgot to put a link in the post yesterday indicating that the o.o.p. and hard to find ‘A Sentimental Novel’ is free and readable on archive.org aka here. ** James, Like I’m sure I’ve said, I never imagine people looking at the blog on their phones and never compensate for that possibility when I build posts, which is dumb of me since the contemporary world (except me) wants to do everything on their phones. Anyway, you seem to have figured out a way. Well, then, may you remain a gay verbiage magnet. I watched a documentary about the making of ‘Half Life 2’ last night, and I didn’t have to dance at all. It was relaxing. Hm, I actually can’t think of a moniker for GbV fanatics. There must be one, or I guess I would know if there was. How strange. It’s refreshing to know there’s someone out there who doesn’t love ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’. (I’ve never read it.) I hope WiFi is back in your corner. ** Adem Berbic, Well, hello there, Adem, old pal. No way, that’s amazing about Charlotte and Pilot! How great! I’m happy it sprang to my mind at an appropriate moment. So cool! Yes, After8 stocks Pilot. Hesse K did their launch for their Pilot book there not so long ago. Hm, no, I don’t think I have any paper preferences. Not so flimsy and thin you can see through the pages though, please. Something that won’t turn yellow in a year. In other words, not the paper that Serpents Tail used to use when I published with them. My old ST books are far more crumbly than readable now. Me? Working on the new film script and finishing the last polishing of ‘RT’ and preparing for its upcoming premiere and trying to map out its future. That’s pretty much it. Great to see you!!! ** HaRpEr, Happy to have reinforced what was so already there. No, I don’t know the Gorelick translation. ‘A Tomb for Anatole’ is really lovely. The only Walsers I know are ‘Jakob von Gunten’, which is great, and ‘Microscripts’, which is very good. You’ve inspired me to read more. I’ll seek ‘The Assistant’. ** Steve, Interesting, I want to see that Fonda film. Back when I was more interested in acting, I thought Henry Fonda was the best American actor, although I don’t remember why. Yep, about ‘Your Jazz’. And yep, about those assumptions. ** Justin D, Hi. Yes, wildly reductive. It was strange, especially here in France where everybody should know a whole lot better by now. ‘I’ll never understand why people are so afraid of their own imaginations’: If I wasn’t allergic to non-organic clothes or more ambitious with my organic clothing, I would print that on a t-shirt and wear it every-motherfucking-where. Yes, about the Q&A. The screening is primarily for film students at the College where the screening is happening, but the public can come too. So we’re hoping for an interesting actual film-related questioning. Have a fine day? What did you do? ** Nicholas., We have a short teaser trailer that we’ll release as soon as we get the green light to announce the World premiere info. End of the month, I think. I’m neither pro nor con about trailers, although I never ever believe them. Wait and see, like you said. That stuff is out of your control. Best to leave the uncontrollable stuff to the fates. I did boyfriends until I realised that wasn’t really for me, and now I’m into being a solo act with good friends, and I like it so much better. But that’s just me, I guess. My dinner remains a mystery. Probably pasta of some sort. You/yours? ** Darby𓃰𓃰, Hi, D! Oh, Virginia, but, oh, Busch Gardens! That could be better than NYC, but I’m a bit prejudiced towards theme parks, of course. For me personally, I don’t think there’s any good reason to spend much time listening to anything Lou Reed did after ‘The Blue Mask’ (1982). Carole King … I mean, she did write some really good songs, and she’s skilled at what she does, but she does err towards the obvious and sentimental. I’m not much of a fan. Try Buffy Sainte-Marie’s ‘Illuminations’? No, I don’t really listen to music until I’m very awake and have gotten through the day’s p.s. because I have to stay focused. Then all bets are off. I don’t even drink cold coffee when the weather is boiling hot. What do you need to do to get ready for your trip, if anything? ** Okay. Today I’m taking it really easy on you, I think. See you tomorrow.

 

‘Alain Robbe-Grillet’s novel Un Roman Sentimental was published in France in October 2008. Less than six months later, on the 18th of February, 2008, Robbe-Grillet was dead. This last book of a writing and filmmaking career that spanned almost six decades was more or less roundly dismissed as obscene, the product of an octogenarian author possibly no longer in his right mind. On a French television show in 2007, the interviewer asked the author if, like Apollinaire’s notorious, pornographic novel Les Onze Mille Verges, Un Roman Sentimental was not simply a literary curiosity. After expressing justified indignation at the comparison, Robbe-Grillet replied that, to his way of thinking, every work is a literary curiosity, “La Jalousie was a literary curiosity.” Curiosity or not, it seems odd that the last work by the man dubbed “the pope of the new novel” should be deemed so devoid of merit as to be of no interest to the American literary establishment, but an editor at the French publisher Fayard confirms that, indeed, all their publishing contacts in the US turned the book down in 2007 due to its subject matter, considered beyond the pale. This pious exhibition of moral opprobrium can be classified as, at best, wrongheaded; at worst, it’s a business decision–a wish not to invite the kind of negative attention the book appears to go hand in hand with–parading as ethics.

‘The novel purports to transform into a work of literary fiction the author’s own avowed catalogue of perverse fantasies, which he claims have remained unchanged since the age of twelve, and that he has been taking notes on over the years, every one consisting of transgressions perpetrated against young girls. In the course of 239 numbered paragraphs, and in a series of theatrical set pieces evoked in sumptuous detail, we read about the education of Gigi, a girl of fourteen, by her father (also her lover) in matters erotic, more specifically sadomasochistic, with the assistance and participation of a chorus of girl children who are submitted to progressively more excruciating, savage, and brutal acts of torture and rape–the reader is spared no detail of organs lacerated, blood spilled, fluids propagated. There are also digressions, in the form of flashbacks and asides that fill in the story of this or that sundry character, each producing their own miniature hair-raising fable.

‘The unusual coupling produced by this wedding of the style Robbe-Grillet pioneered in the ’60s to the narrative of a traditional libertine novel–that form wherein a tale consists principally of successive episodes and encounters culminating in orgasms for one or more characters–proves felicitous, achieving a Brechtian sort of distanciation. The descriptions of the machinery of torture, in close-up–the pulleys and winches and their operation, the materiality of the gruesome dildos, seats of nails, the multiple parallel blades penetrating flesh, the virgins strung up in a circle by their feet, or the redheads fed to rabid dogs–all in lapidary, almost scientific language, with nary a hint of common morality, produce an unholy kind of terror and pity, and firmly relegate these scenes to the realm of the fantastic, from which they sprang. This feeling of unreality is furthered by the relentless pitch of the cruelties, mounting in intensity, and the fact that the reader is given virtually no notion of what sort of world might exist beyond the confines of the torture chamber. What we do learn leads, on the one hand, to a sense that the universe of Sentimental is indeed very different from our own, and then, on the other, a sickening sense that there may be more similarities than differences–these references being confined to the description of a global economy whose elaborate rules and regulations are all aimed at nothing more than collecting money, either to maintain social status or to support a corrupt state or government whose pecuniary interests are rivaled only by its own complicity and participation in the perpetration of sexual torture. The socioeconomic world of the book might not stand up to scrutiny as a functioning republic, but it does, overall, reflect Robbe-Grillet’s mistrust of laws, authority, and righteousness, and cement his last novel’s standing as a dark–indeed, very dark–fairy-tale reflection of Western culture’s less pleasant proclivities. …

‘If writing is an attempt at making sense of one’s strange relationship to the world, this final venture by Robbe-Grillet to harness and convey the material generated by his unconscious appears an almost heroic act. A shrewd man, he might have chosen not to publish this book, or to have it appear pseudonymously, aware of the condemnation it would court. Many asked–and many will go on to ask–whether he might have taken leave of his senses, to which the answer might be that, indeed, in a manner of speaking, he had: abandoning the sense in the quotidian order of the world, he had opted for the sense, the order of literature, applying his arsenal of skills, honed over a decades-long career, to the task of organizing and structuring and then voluntarily relinquishing to public scrutiny a secret universe that had been his alone. The breaking of taboos might threaten to unleash untold terrors, but to transform revulsion and horror into a work of literature is an act of existential alchemy. It is the unspoken horror that festers behind the veils of decency and order, of the righteous and the law, and so perpetrates wrongs that cannot be righted.’ — D.E. Brooke

 

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Opening Un roman sentimental

 

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Further

Mike Kitchell ‘The Revolution is Never Televised’
‘Un Roman Sentimental’ board @ metafilter
RARA-AVIS: Robbe-Grillet Update
Alain Robbe-Grillet interviewed @ The Paris Review
‘Alain Robbe-Grillet – El fantastico se renueva’
AR-G interviewed @ Bookforum
‘The man who ruined the novel’
AR-G @ Scriptorium
Alain Robbe-Grillet ‘The Secret Room’
‘Famous French novelist’s marriage contract with his submissive wife set out their sex life’
‘Antonioni and Robbe-Grillet on Modernism’
‘Alain Robbe-Grillet and hypertext’
‘Alain Robbe-Grillet and the Origins of Inception’
‘Thoughts on Alain Robbe-Grillet’s Recollections of the Golden Triangle and Repetition‘
‘L’affaire de Robbe-Grillet’
‘Vladimir Nabokov Pro/Contra Alain Robbe-Grillet Pro/Contra Vladimir Nabokov Pro/Contra “Le Nouvel Roman” Pro/Contra…’
‘In Theory: Towards a New Novel’
‘French Passions: Tom McCarthy on Alain Robbe-Grillet’
Buy ‘A Sentimental Novel’

 

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Extras

Portrait du nouveau voyeur – Alain Robbe Grillet

Alain Robbe-Grillet Exhibition at the Cafesjian Center for the Arts

The Cinema of Alain Robbe-Grillet, a Promotional Short

Catherine Robbe-Grillet parle de son couple

 

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Interview

FT : Your new book, A Sentimental Novel, is causing quite an enormous scandal. Do you think culture was more tolerant in the 1960s and 1970s when you were publishing your early novels?

Alain Robbe-Grillet : Yes, because more and more we mix up fantasy and the realisation of the fantasy. When in fact it’s exactly the opposite. Someone who writes, in general, is someone who’s in control of himself, who controls his perversion by writing it down.

FT : That’s your impression?

ARG : I do not know … but I will use Aristotle to defend this thesis: catharsis. Said and done. And yet there is still today an invasion by the well thought out. This is to say that there is such an obsessive impulse to be politically correct, sexually correct, literarily correct, racially correct, etc … Now it seems that when something wrong is written, it is as if the writer is committing a crime. This is a total misunderstanding of that writing.

FT: You recently declined an invitation to read extracts from the novel at a literary festival by saying, ‘Parce que ce n’est pas de la littérature, c’est de la masturbation!’

ARG : This is true. Well, A Sentimental Novel does not belong to my literary work, to my mind. It is something else. It is only literature because I write how I write.

FT : You have represented many fantasies, some of them shocking, but from the moment there are children involved, it becomes very different. What do you expect?

ARG : As I said earlier, these are intimate writings that I wrote for myself, and this one is written with great care, with great concern to represent that which I have happening in my head, an autobiographical concern so to speak, and I think that is obvious. Since I was 12, I’ve always liked little girls, and I think lots of people are in the same situation. Love for the young — little boys for the homosexuals and little girls for heterosexuals — is something very widespread, but something easily mastered, something you don’t act on, do you? But to think about it hurts no-one.

FT : One of the widespread complaints about your novel is that it has conveyed the idea that child victims of pedophile crimes are consensual.

ARG : These people who complain are perverse, obviously !

FT : Why?

ARG : They read the novel, and they immediately erased the fact that it is literary writing, and they conveniently forget that they have realized the fantasy themselves in their heads! They should call the police, but against whom? Against themselves! These people should all be in jail! Because it is they who have made the realization in their sick minds!

FT : And this is your defense.

ARG : I mentioned Aristotle earlier, he made ​​it clear that the poetic effect of catharsis only played according to certain rules of a distancing from the subject. That is to say, if the fantasy is expressed, so too … He was not talking about sexual fantasies, Aristotle, but if the idea is told with too sensual a passion then it nonetheless causes what Aristotle called mimesis. That is to say that the reader tends to want to make himself what he is reading. That is to say that the reader will be purged of his passions through my book!

 

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Alain Robbe-Grillet “Un roman sentimental, c’est masturbatoire”

 

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Towards a Symposium or an Argument

 

‘A Sentimental Novel isn’t a work that’s easy to deal with — or perhaps it is: complete dismissal as (or for its) pornographic excess seems a popular choice. There’s no question that the novel is, certainly at surface-level, deeply objectionable. More so than, for example, Urs Allemann’s Babyfucker — which, despite its outrageous title and ostensible subject matter, is so clearly removed from any sexual or other reality that it can readily be appreciated as a literary text. A Sentimental Novel is also a highly stylized work — but rather differently and, presumably, for many readers not anywhere near sufficiently (to excuse what goes on in these pages).
—-‘Let’s be clear: A Sentimental Novel is explicit, and most people are very uncomfortable with what it is explicit about: the sexual abuse and torture of adolescent and pre-adolescent girls.
—-‘The French concept of ‘roman sentimental’ (so the original title) is more akin to the English popular romance (and closer to Harlequin and Mills and Boon than Jane Austen) rather than the English-style ‘sentimental novels’ of the eighteenth (and, to a lesser extent, nineteenth) century, and part of Robbe-Grillet’s purpose is, of course, to completely upend any pre-conceptions readers might bring to a so-called text. Okay, it’s Robbe-Grillet, too, so they come with different expectations as well — and the French edition was published shrink-wrapped and with the pages uncut (plus a whole lot of publicity), so readers had a pretty good sense of what they might be getting themselves into; still it bears repeating: this is not your grand-mère’s kind of roman sentimental, and it’s not for sensitive souls. … ‘ (cont.) — The Complete Review

‘Disgusting. I think the sexualization of violence is one of the worst trends in the media and society today–with dire consequences to come. Of course, this complements my distaste for the sort of avant-garde bullshit artist that many academics love (and which Robbe-Grillet looks to exemplify). Why is it that books like Blood Meridian — which uses violence in service of a mythic allegory and doesn’t portray it positively at all — excite many academics to condemnation while something like this doesn’t?’ — sonic meat machine

‘Art certainly cannot advance under compulsion to traditional forms, and nothing in such a field is more stifling to progress than limitation of the right to experiment with a new technique. The foolish judgments of Lord Eldon about one hundred years ago, proscribing the works of Byron and Southey, and the finding by the jury under a charge by Lord Denman that the publication of Shelley’s “Queen Mab” was an indictable offense are a warning to all who have to determine the limits of the field within which authors may exercise themselves. We think that Ulysses is a book of originality and sincerity of treatment and that it has not the effect of promoting lust. Accordingly it does not fall within the statute, even though it justly may offend many.’ — Dr. Curare

‘We all have limits. I can’t stand seeing human beings tortured. Robbe-Grillet does not share that problem. The female characters in this book experience HORRIBLE ACTS OF TORTURE, like being whipped on their crotches as they pee, having their vaginas sawed open, and, oh, yes, getting red hot irons being put on their breasts. Doesn’t that sound fun? NO? I DON’T THINK SO EITHER.
—-‘What makes it more disturbing is that all the female characters are underage. Obviously, no one should have to endure stuff like this, but the fact that these are children experiencing such things makes it way worse. A baby is tortured too, and the narrator observes that you can tell it’s a female baby because of the “precociously sexy” expressions it makes. That made me even angrier and more disgusted, because it gave words to the theme that had heretofore been implicit: that the women in this story had done something to deserve these punishments, & were nothing more than objects.
—-‘I thought I’d give this a try because it was different, but I just can’t do it. I can’t believe that there are people in the world who find stuff like this erotic. It’s horrific and inhuman. & it perpetuates rape culture in a way that is nightmarish in the extreme. Nobody deserves … this. Nobody.’ — The Armchair Librarian

‘The contrarian who broke the boundaries of taste as he had once broken those of style, has proved too much for the squeamish. This was the Robbe-Grillet who has been lately written about. One imagines he is grinning all the way to hell at one literary journalist’s inane observation that because his last book, Un roman sentimental, included graphic descriptions of child rape and incest “he has blown his farewell”. Really? Memories are short and taste has changed. It is not just in the Anglo-Saxon countries that publishers have assumed that readers crave “accessibility”, that is, being told what they know already. It is not just in the Anglo-Saxon countries that restrictive prudishness and sexual correctness have reasserted themselves.’ — Jonathan Meades, New Statesman

‘I could pick up a pen and write anything, so… why this? The condemnation, at least from me, is not because it’s actual violence, it’s because clearly this writer is a deranged madman. If you read a story on Metafilter in explicit detail about a real-life case of people being abducted and tortured in horrific fashion before their painful, agonizing death, you’d be horrified. And if someone posted “I like to masturbate to these types of news stories!” you’d find that similarly repulsive.
—-‘Somewhere, sometime, things not unlike what this writer is describing have happened in a similar enough form; perhaps some twisted concentration camp commandante having some fun with the chattel, or a Caligula running rampant and unchecked. In that sense, such stories are like fictionalized re-tellings of actual events. The desire to read or write this is, to my mind, virtually indistinguishable from the acts themselves. Those who find this literary trash titillating are only prevented from acting it out by their lack of absolute monarchal power or control on the lives of others. Give them that, and the purchasers of this book would be ripping apart young girls and boys for sport in a heartbeat.’ — hincandenza

‘Un Roman Sentimental is a venomous flower of a novel which defies convention and taste and takes a tradition invented by the Marquis de Sade, principally in 120 Days of Sodom (the Prix Sade jurors presciently awarded their prize to Robbe-Grillet in 2004 for the whole of his oeuvre), and its film adaptation by Pasolini in Salò.
—-‘What constitutes pornography is very much in the eye of the beholder, but there is little doubt that this is an openly and joyfully pornographic book, in that it turns into an unbound celebration of deviancy at its most explicit and imaginative.
—-‘There is little doubt that Robbe-Grillet is a major writer and the precise, almost analytical prose that unfolds over the 239 short chapters is classically elegant even as the action moves from disturbing to perverse and well beyond. The book is intended to shock but also to arouse in the most unhealthy of ways, as an hypnotic waltz of domination and submission forces the reader to face his or her own morality or even sanity. Excessive it no doubt is, but it also engenders a worrisome form of fascination for the evil inside us, the temptations of sex for its own sake.
—-‘Since Sade, many French writers have continued to mine this lonely and disturbing area: Apollinaire, Louis Aragon, André Pieyre de Mandiargues … Robbe-Grillet, now 85, is not, as some critics have suggested, just another dirty old man, but another trailblazer on this perilous and very French road. And what could well be his final book should be read with the utmost care. Provocation, titillation or an intellectual divertissement? I remain uncertain. But one thing’s for sure: I cannot imagine any English or American writer daring to take such an unholy risk.’ — The Guardian

‘Once you could just have put Robbe-Grillet’s cold, precise style down to his training as an engineering draftsman, but, as he’s advanced into an old age, his sado-masochism has emerged in his writing like a creaky, angular, glinting ice phallus. Robbe-Grillet’s new novel Un Roman Sentimental, published in France in October, makes it perfectly clear: this old man gets off on slicing and dicing.
—-‘If Brecht’s criticism of Kafka as too much of a victim, a man “caught beneath the wheels”, is to some extent valid, perhaps a symmetrical attack could be made on Robbe-Grillet. He’s too much the victor. A member of the Academie Francaise (although too proud to wear its robes and take his seat there), the man might describe situations quite similar to those Kafka explored (torture, humiliation, cruelty), but it’s from the side of the sadist, not the masochist, the perpetrator, not the victim. The idea that the gracious and the disgraceful sit side by side at the very heart of French respectability wouldn’t surprise Jean Genet — today’s Robbe-Grillet could well be a character in his play The Balcony. It wouldn’t surprise Artaud either, or Foucault. The idea of a sadism at the core of the state probably wouldn’t much disturb Nicolas Sarkozy either. And Robbe-Grillet’s proclivities clearly don’t shock Catherine, his wife since 1957. She’s a writer of sadomasochistic novels and BDSM.
—-‘I’m quite sure I won’t buy the book. But there’s a good line in Marienbad: “If you can’t lose, it isn’t a game”. Art should be a high-stakes game. I’m glad that Robbe-Grillet is still allowing the possibility of losing everything by alienating everyone. Perhaps he’s a masochist after all.’ — Momus, Click Opera

 

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Book

Alain Robbe-Grillet A Sentimental Novel
Dalkey Archive Press

‘In France, Alain Robbe-Grillet’s final novel was sold in shrinkwrap, labeled with a sticker warning readers that this perverse fairy tale might offend certain sensibilities.

‘The book shares the story of Gigi, also known as Djinn, who is being schooled by her father to be a perfect slave and mistress. Running the gamut of unacceptable subject matter from incest to torture, this book abounds with vignettes exploring taboos and their representation in fiction, from the Brothers Grimm to the Marquis de Sade. It is titillating and disgusting, the work of a dirty old man, or brilliant agent provocateur–or both.’ — Dalkey Archive

 

Excerpts

1. At first sight, the place in which I find myself is neutral, white, so to speak; not dazzlingly white, rather of a non-descript hue, deceptive, ephemeral, and also altogether absent. If there were something to see in front of me, it could be seen without any difficulty under this even lighting that is neither excessive nor stingy, stripped, in the final analysis, of all adjectivity. Inside a space such as this, half-heartedly asserting its indifference, it’s neither hot nor cold.

2. The only problem upon reflection, is of a different nature altogether: I don’t know what I’m doing here, nor why I’ve come here, with what conscious or impulsive intention, if one could even say that there had been any intention at all at some point… But at what point? Perhaps I was driven here by force, against my will, in spite of myself even, or something along those lines. Am I in prison for some misdeed, offence, crime, or on the contrary, due to a misunderstanding, a victim of mistaken identity.

3. The room seems cubic, without any visible windows or doors, without any furniture or decoration. I am motionless, lying on my back, my legs outstretched, my arm resting alongside my body, my chest a little raised by an incline of about twenty degrees from the (metallic?) chassis of what must be a very low box spring, possibly such as can be adjusted, perhaps to an even greater height than normal, hinged like a patient’s in a hospital. So, could I be in intensive care at some clinic, surgical or other? The thought crosses my mind that this may well be a morgue where my lifeless body has been transported following an accident…

4. Something, however, just as quickly, prevents me from subscribing to this sort of hypothesis: if I were dead, and above all, exposed in this manner in the freezing atmosphere of a funeral chamber, I would feel the cold penetrate me little by little. Whereas, I feel the inverse sensation, the rising warmth of a bower, soon of heat even, accompanied by tropical, forest-like exhalations, whose damp and heavy blasts besiege me, disorient me, invade me. In my torpor, I believe I see diffuse light on the walls surrounding me moving, as if the sun, sifted by the leaves of immense trees teeming, up above, with a felted murmur, was alighting on land (and on me) in the form of a haze of particles without precise contours, without direction, without a plan.

5. Towards the back wall, the one onto which my languid eyes wander most easily, I distinguish, in the foreground of a picture that quickly proves to be a forest landscape of vertical and straight trunks, a sort of water basin so clear it becomes almost immaterial, an oblong widening of a limpid spring, as deep as a bathtub or deeper even, in between grey rocks, whose curved shapes are sweet to touch, welcoming. A girl is sitting there, on stone polished by wear that to her represents an ideal bench at the water’s edge, her long legs kick around unrestrained in the blue mirrored ripples of the lovely nymphæum that is as natural as it is picturesque, whose temperature must be identical to the room’s temperature and to those feminine charms undulating, already liquid, over the moving mirror and its unforeseen shudders.

6. The swimmer is so much a part of her warm, caressing, ambrosiac environment that she dwells there unperturbed, entirely naked. A barely ripe adolescent, she is graceful, shapely, and her flesh is so white, so far from the amber one might expect in a native—whose savage beauty, the color of bronzed caramel, and lively gestures like prey on the qui vive, would suit the apparent landscape from which she emerges—so improbable a milky apparition is she, that one might instead believe she is in a northern European bathroom, climate-controlled along the lines of a Turkish bath, wall-papered in a fanciful equatorial décor.

7. The girl, vaguely engaged in bathing, holds her arms raised on either side of her face. She is in the process of removing a towel made of white fluffy fabric wrapped around her head like a sort of madras, progressively releasing a mane whose pale golden tresses fall on her shoulders that she shakes lightly so as to tidy her supple curls, finally raising eyes of an azure to match her incarnation as a beautiful blond child, innocent and fragile. Did she lower her eyelids in my direction, for a brief instant?

8. But then a man’s voice is heard calling from outside, very near, imperiously: “Angina!” Or more precisely, “Ann-Djinn-a,” in a vaguely Anglo-Saxon pronunciation that, in any case, manages to avoid the offensive confusion with a sore throat hailing from colder lands. This, evidently, is the bather’s first name, for this latter, still holding her towel in her hands, promptly raises her face that she turns towards the wall on the right. This could be her father, or some other mature relative, who, from an adjoining room, is ordering her to join him in a tone that requires no reply. Besides, the girl obtemperates straight away.

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We ate Japanese schoolgirls covered in burning caramel in which they had been dunked alive before our very eyes. It was very good. But they were dying much far too quickly, we ought to have watched them wriggling for much longer.

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As for the three youngest little girls, Crevette, Nuisette and Lorette, who are seven, eight and nine years old, they are given plenty of amusement during their service. Taken back to their bedroom, they marvel about it. They’d been allowed to taste all the liqueurs they could make use of on their knees. They’d sucked vigorous men and perfumed young ladies. They’d been caressed, embraced, licked. Their too-childish orifices had been stuffed with exciting creams, before being very softly masturbated. They’d admired an adolescent burning like a torch. They’d seen sperm and blood spilling, but also the tears of schoolgirls being tortured. Towards the end of the night, they had descended into the cellars to attend the entreaties of a 13 year-old servant girl (sold by her family) who was made drunk. After having raped her in every fashion, the gentlemen had proceeded to spread her out on a special machine and stick needles all over her body, from which the four limbs were torn little by little. To finish, they completely detached one of her thighs by pulling the leg from the foot, and she was left to twist in a pool of blood and to die like that without assistance. Yes, it had really been great.

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** Dominik, Hi! I agree, naturally. I have some JDs issues somewhere, but I’m not parting with them. That God, always intervening in everything, what a prick! Love is like a cloud, Holds a lot of rain, G. ** James, Happy to have made the acquaintanceship. I’m wondering whether it’s easier or harder to be entertained at 5 am. I watched the Sly Stone documentary last night and also danced as much as you can dance while lying on your stomach in bed watching a movie on a laptop. Yes, the next time someone wants to jack off in your rectum you can safely say, ‘Well, you can try.’ Sprouts … brussels or bean or alfalfa? You should be proud. There are even serious GbV fanatics whom your dedication puts to shame. I think all grandmas want great grandkids. That’s the grandma equivalent of the lottery. I looked up a Pikachu, and, yes, I did/do in fact know what looks like, I just forgot. 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Hang in there. ** Tyler Ookami, Poetry events would be better places if people spoke their poems rather than read them. I don’t know what means, but it feels like it makes sense. Well, can’t you kind of insist on shouting? You’re a collaborator, right? My vibe is that he’ll be malleable when it comes to being enlightened? ** Sypha, Pleasure. Nothing against ‘The Adams Family’, but I do prefer ‘The Munsters’, yes. Big Fred Gwynn fan, for one thing. ** Bill, Thanks, me too. I do know John McCowen’s playing a little bit. I can’t remember the context though. I’ll go use the bandcamp feast, thank you. Lucky you, I miss gigs. I need to get back in the habit. There’s this great experimental music venue here, Instants Chavirés, but it’s way across town, and I forget to check their schedule. ** Steeqhen, Congrats on the successful gay bar foray. Directing is big fun. Films or even this blog, which I guess I’m the director of. Luck with the exam and photo shoot. 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But it’ll find you probably. Safe voyage there. ** Steve, Okay, I’ll watch for the Criterion-related thing. I don’t know Alexander Horwath or that film, but I will. I assume the GB Jones book was considered obscene? There was a period when Canada was banning all sort of books from entering the country. ‘Frisk’ was banned in Canada for a couple of years, for instance. ** Midnight_Mass_Matt, Hello, welcome! Wish I was in Toronto, well, except for the presumed brutal cold there du jour, but let me pass that on to those in the vicinity. Everyone, A person who is involved in the imminent book by GB Jones, ‘The Witches’, popped in here yesterday and said this: ‘If you are in Toronto we hope to see some of you at the book launch March 1st. In the meantime if any of you are interested in the book check us out at @midnightmassbooks and our co publishers @heretichouse.’ ** HaRpEr, Great, you so should. 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It’s unfortunate that it’s the only doc on Queercore because it’s quite inaccurate. But is it a fun and good if distorted place to start, I would say yes. ** Uday, Hi. Sontag had very good taste in films, for sure. Hm, I would have to say no about my work feeling like it’s getting done by itself. That sure would be nice, though. We have a little teaser trailer for ‘Room Temperature’ that will out pretty soon. A preferred library classification system? Huh, I guess maybe not? Other than alphabetical, for sure. Yeah, I guess just that. Why, do you? ** Bernard Welt, Chuffed that I helped make you feel good. Steve Lafreniere is a wildly under-recognized artist and arbiter and organiser and general sort of god type person. Great about the Kevin Wolff show. I was thinking the other day that someone really needs to do that, and there you go. January 2026 … I’ll clear that deck. ** Justin D, Thanks, yeah, we haven’t done a screening of ‘PGL’ in a few years. Pretty much whenever a festival shows a film of ours, we’re there. It’s expected. The SF one would be in the summer if we’re lucky enough to get chosen. It’s a more daring, experimental-friendly festival, so we have hopes. People are so weird, and, at the same time, not weird enough. What a quandary. ** Dan Carroll, The trenches, man, godspeed. Blogpost, excellent! I will devour it when the p.s. is dust aka pretty soon since you’re the last commenter. Sounds really interesting. Everyone, the mightily brained and writerly Dan Carroll has new blogpost up on his place, and it’s … and here I quote … ‘about this weird youtube makeup video I saw, Aileen Wuornos, Andrea Dworkin, etc.’. Sufficiently intrigued? Here’s where it is. ** Right. Today I’m spotlighting a to-do about the great Alain Robbe-Grillet’s final, and, strangely, most controversial novel. It caused a big fuss here in France, and I’ve included the book and a bit of the controversy to give you the whole shebang. And it’s a fascinating novel, need I ever say. Please have it. See you tomorrow.