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American Museum of Magic (Marshall, Michigan)

 

The House of Houdini (Budapest, Hungary)

 

Museum of Magic and Superstitions (Uglich, Russia)

 

Maison de la Magie (Blois, France)

 

日本奇術博物館 (Okinawa, Japan)

 

Magic Circle Museum (London, England)

 

The Museum of Alchemists and Magicians (Prague, Czech Republic)

 

Davenport’s Magic Kingdom (Norfolk, England)

 

The Houdini Museum (Scranton, Pennsylvania)

 

Museum of Magic (St. Petersburg, Russia)

 

David Copperfield’s International Museum and Library of the Conjuring Arts (Las Vegas)

 

El Rey de la Magia (Barcelona, Spain)

 

Le Grand David and His Spectacular Magic Company (Beverly, Massachusetts)

 

Philip’s Magical Paradise (Manitoba)

 

Martinka & Co. Museum of Magic (Midland Park, New Jersey)

 

Magic Museum (Fruška Gora National Park, Serbia)

 

Museo Fournier de Naipes (Vitoria-Gasteiz, Spain)

 

Museo della Magia (Cherasco, Italy)

 

Musée de la Curiosité et de l’Insolite (Nice, France)

 

Norwegian Museum of Magic (Oslo, Norway)

 

The Museum of Icelandic Sorcery and Witchcraft (Hólmavík, Iceland)

 

Sveriges Magi-Arkiv (Nyköping, Sweden)

 

Magicum (Berlin)

 

Zauberkasten-Museum (Vienna)

 

Mayong Black Magic and Witchcraft Museum (Mayong, India)

 

Casa Museo de la Magia (Valencia, Spain)

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Cool (re: you + Shane’s book). We’ll definitely finish the film. It’s just a matter of how much of the professional help we need that we can afford. If the shithead up top condemns us to having to settle for a rush job and begging for favors, we will. But our film deserves a lot better than that. We’ll see. Thank you for caring, really. It sounded completely horrifying: the dog’s ‘I love you’. Its jaws couldn’t pronounce the words so it sounded like it was being tortured into speaking. I didn’t get my soft serve, but I realised I can surely get it at the summer carnival down the street from me, so I’ll walk over there. Nice. In the meantime, I’m gobbling yesterday’s love down right now and, you know, yum. Love letting me remember why I’ve had a folded pink handkerchief resting on my desk for almost a year because I think it must have some kind of significance for me to have placed it there, G. ** Damien Ark, Hi, Damien! How are you, sir? What’s up? I hope Mr. Christmass gets beaucoup love too. ** chas, Hi. Victoire! I wonder about that too. I have plenty of artist friends who claim to have no artist relatives even going back a century. But people can be artists in sneaky ways, like how they arrange flowers or whatever, and not even realise it or never think to identify themselves as artists because of that ‘hobby’. Thanks, yeah, I hope to get back to the film editing today. Jonesing to. Thank you so much about ‘Permanent Green Light’. I’m super proud of it, but I honestly think the new one is miles beyond it. I only know about Carlos Alcaraz because friends of mine who are way into tennis and who know I’m a big Rafael Nadal fan (when I watch tennis, which isn’t often) have told me he’s the new Nadal. But I haven’t seen him do his thing yet. I love your him about poem. It manages the feat of being graceful and hilarious. Thanks for letting me imbibe it. May your day bequeath you wonders. ** Dee Kilroy, Hi there! I think if there’s a saint here it’s probably you. Just a guess. Anyway, thank you about the blog. I do try. I don’t know the Tokarczuk book. I’ll look it up. Puig is one of those ‘you have to be in the mood’ kind of writers. I haven’t been in that mood for a long time. I should retry him, though. I guess my foot’s fine because I forgot I had a foot problem until you mentioned it. Wise words there about the extremities. I’ll dwell mentally within them. Shit, that’s a long recovery you have going on there. I suppose you’ve tried all the usual fixers? Slaying any number of coffees today is high on my agenda, thank you. You too, assuming the coffee is worth killing? ** _Black_Acrylic, Thanks, Ben. ** Misanthrope, Maybe you’ve just developed an allergy to being alive. That would suck. I think I’m going to try a pizza tonight and see what’s what, tomato-wise. I remember that about you and bananas for some reason. At least bananas are fairly easily avoidable. Of course I think everyone developing an allergy to red meat would be great news. ** Jack Skelley, Hi, J. Lots of deserved congrats going around these days. What’s your favorite song on The Beach Boys’ ‘Love You’ album? I think I might have already told you, but mine is ‘I Want to Pick You Up’. ** Kettering, Hi. Ha ha, everyone who comments here gets a response even if they don’t want one, them’s the rules. I didn’t know that about the blog’s maximizing abilities. Is that unique to here? Should I be proud? Should I try it myself? Awesome, the wonders never cease. ** darbzilla🐱‍🐉🐱‍🐉, Hi. You have every right to feel pissed off by stuff like that, obviously. Well, I was 17 at the time of the kidnapping thing, and the car was my mother’s, so I think that, as terrified as I was, I might have chuckled a little at the smashing. 1/10 sounds like you’re being generous. Your name change made me want to eat hardcore vegan food. Strange. Oh, thank you for giving me a peek at you. You look great in that photo. Who’s the lucky cat? Now I have a face and glasses and style to think about when we talk. Thank you, I like. I guess you know what I look like, or you easily can. Oh, and cool that you used that profile pic. The blog earns its keep again. Have the swellest day. ** Cody Goodnight, Hi, Cody. I’m good because it’s cooler outside today. Shaved ice, nice. Dole Whip, wow, I forgot all about that. Birthday cake of what sort and design? No, I haven’t seen Feuillade’s serial. I really should have by now. No time like the present? Today’s looking like a fount of possibilities on my end, and on your end? ** alex, Hi, alex! I’m good. Our summer has yet to be nightmarish here, and I’m ‘praying’ it won’t be. Hoping your landlord is near-sighted, obvs. That prose poem sounds tasty. Give it all the time it needs. I will check out Merchandise’s album thank you. I am in that mood. Always trust your gut, well, unless you have food poisoning or something. Thank you for taking some of your precious time and inputting yourself here today. Have an excellent one yourself. ** Okay. I’ve restored this very old post because I had a thought that its death was unfair to it. It is still for Derek McCormack, if you’re out there, Derek. See y’all tomorrow.

 

EPIGRAPH FROM METH-DTF:

“Whensoever my affliction assails me, methinks I have the keys of my prison in mine own hand, and no remedy presents itself so soon to my heart, as mine own sword.” – John Donne

 

THOUGHTS ON METH-DTF.

“One of the most ecstatic, deranged, and propulsive books I’ve read, Meth-DTF careens wildly through the fucked dreamscape of Los Angeles. The love child of Gasper Noé and Édouard Levé, Shane Jesse Christmass is one of our great cult novelists.” – Kate Durbin (author, Hoarders, & E! Entertainment)

“METH-DTF is a hypnotic, lunatic thrill ride. With the antic, paranoiac stutter of William S. Burroughs’s cut-ups and fold-ins and Rudolph Wurlitzer’s altered apocalyptic ‘70s novels, Shane Jesse Christmass creates a hothouse mindspace meltdown where sex, booze, and drugs build and dismantle worlds. Our narrator guides us through a jangling, porous Los Angeles. Where we’re going, we don’t know, but it’s all velocity and addled noticing. The details jump and rattle. We are absolutely flying, and it’s gritty, funny, and scary.” – Nate Lippens (author, My Dead Book)

“METH-DTF is a schizophrenic landfill of corpses, pill bottles, crop circles, Burger King, horny billionaires, flip flops, tobacco, aliens, orgasms, crying infants, designer aphrodisiacs — and it’s all on fire. Shane Jesse Christmass writes with the discordant rhythm of an erratic heartbeat, rendering the reader restless. Enter at your own risk.” – Danielle Chelosky (author, Cheat & founder of The Waiting Room)

“Entering Shane Jesse Christmass’ world is always a thrill, and Meth-DTF confirms this but somehow this time it is with an even wilder abandon that feels new.

“VHS tracking blurs through our imagination as we try and keep up with the latest literary death-trip that SJXSJX has strapped us to. We’re going through American suburbs and cities with a nihilistic pace, trying to get rest in damp and sweaty motels where nothing stands still and the paranoia practically drips from the paragraphs – the radio is constantly changing, so are the clothes, the era and faces of those around you. The narrator and his sidekick Samuel – who maybe died a little while back but who maybe didn’t – not that it even matters because there’s some new fresh hell coming already – try to offer some guidance along their hallucinatory mission as the pages continually cause my pulse to increase and my imagination to rattle.

“Christmass’ has a knack of writing sentences that have a way of connecting with you in a real, physical way. You feel it in your chest. They raise your stomach acid to your throat. If you’re holding this book and your hands aren’t shaking, then you’re doing it wrong.” – Thomas Moore (author, In Your Dreams, & Alone)

 

EXCERPT FROM METH-DTF:
https://www.hobartpulp.com/web_features/excerpt-from-meth-dtf

 

MUSIC MENTIONED IN METH-DTF:

Everybody Wants Some – Coachwhips:

Ebb Tide – Bobby Freeman:

My Baby Loves Lovin’ – Elton John:

The Way You Look Tonight – The Jaguars:

Mercy – The Ohio Express:

Paradise Garden – Peter Jay:

Please Stay – The Cryin’ Shames:

What Did I Do – Little Anthony & The Imperials:

Jump – Tender Buttons:

Dance Freak – Chain Reaction:

Easy Street – Cheeseburger:

Hologram – The Urinals:

Rise – Herb Alpert:

Kazeeta – Human Host:

Jesus Christ Inca – Rusted Shut:

Everything Is You – The Lemon Pipers:

You Don’t Own Me – Lesley Gore:

Dirty Soughts – Beehive & The Barracudas:

Romance – Dan Sartain:

Pit Of Sorrow – Charm City Suicides:

Atmosphere Strut – Cloud One:

Happy Heart – Andy Williams:

Time Of The Last Persecution – Bill Fay:

Meet You In The Subway – Chrome:

Don’t Send Me Away – Garfield Fleming:

Freak – Tappa Zukie:

 

MOVIES MENTIONED IN METH-DTF:

Targets:

Streets Of Fire:

The Hitch-Hiker:

Body And Soul:

A Dandy In Aspic:

 

OTHER REFERENCES FOR METH-DTF / FURTHER READING / FURTHER VIEWING:

Camp Concentration – Thomas M. Disch.

Sultana’s Dream – Rokeya Sakhawat Hossain.

Anabasis – St- John Perse.

Our Fatal Magic – Tai Shani.

Dope – Sax Rohmer.

Unveiling A Parallel: A Romance – Alice Ilgenfritz Jones and Ella Merchant.

The Irreversible Decline of Eddie Socket – John Weir.

Cocaine – Pifigrilli.

Asylum – William Seabrook.

The Bitch – Jackie Collins.

Bore Hole – Joe Mellen.

Faggots – Larry Kramer.

The Holographic Universe – Michael Talbot.

Studies of Death – Count Stenbock.

Soft City: The Lost Graphic Novel – Hariton Pushwagner.

 

Naked Pursuit (1968):

Manhatta (1921):

La Région Centrale (1971):

Targets (1968):

Lot in Sodom (1933):

A Man Escaped (1958):

Snows (1967):

Meshes of the Afternoon (1943):

Elephant (1989):

Mothlight (1963):

 

TO PURCHASE METH-DTF: https://www.filthyloot.com/product/meth/

 

 

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p.s. Hey. So, it’s kind of like the Xmas season at DC’s since we get another chance to host an arrival post for yet another ultra-worthy and exciting book, in this case the new novel by the always fascinating scribe Shane Jesse Christmass. Shane and Filthy Loot Press have put together a generous and even fun-filled introductory look-see at the novel, and I hope you’ll pore over it in your consummate styles. Et voila! ** Steve Erickson, Hi. Wow, hope you reawakened with all burning cylinders. Curious to read your piece on him/them. I’ve found what I’ve heard of them to be rather ludicrous. Oh, yeah, I loved the 4th John Wick too. A rare actually addictive franchise. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Yeah, but we’re tough and determined and no shitheads are going to stop us even if we have to do almost everything ourselves. chas kindly weighed in about the appeal of feet. I do totally get it conceptually. It’s just interesting to me that it’s become so kind of mainstream on the sex seeking circuit. A good sign, I can only think. Ha ha, I almost had love give dogs the ability to talk, but I once knew a woman who had a friend who had a dog that he had taught to say ‘I love you’ in the most torturous sounding way, and that freaked me out enough that I’m cool with dogs just barking mysteriously. Love pointing me at a place that sells/serves soft serve vanilla ice cream in a cone and dipped in chocolate because I am kind of almost literally dying to eat that, G. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi. I, of course, love the intimidation factor of their work. So ‘me’.  How’s your day and stuff? ** T. J., Hi. Totally get it, or think I do, on your audio project and your interest in it. It really sounds fascinating, and I really hope you get it to fruition. I think almost every day about just getting an instagram account, but I just know it would cut into the time I need to do things like write and make the blog and so on. Stupid to have chosen Facebook as my social spot, but, at the time, everyone I knew was there. Oh, well. I do like Helm, yes. I saw them live not so long ago, and they were fantastic. You seen their show? Thanks, man, and your comment wasn’t long whatsoever. Oh, contraire. ** Jack Skelley, Song Cave is easily one the very best presses going. Awesome about the FOKA post. *slobbering* I just read your email about After8, and I’ll write back to you. Interesting how the words patience and patients are sonically identical. ** Charalampos, If I’d believed all the rejections I got, I would’ve thought my writing was shit and given up. I actually am out of the anime watching habit for no good reason. My favorite is ‘Tamala 2010: Punk Cat in Space’. I didn’t know Marisol was in movies? Weird, interesting. Clementi Day has been slightly expanded and updated, yes. ** Kettering, Hi. Oh, I knew you were talking about your own work. Just like I was talking about mine in response. Wow, you didn’t come off anything like you’re afraid you came off. I thought what you wrote was nothing but smart and interesting, and I tried to keep up in my response. No worries, man, totally uncalled for. And I certainly hope you’ll keep commenting. It’s a pleasure and gift for me when you do. ** chas, Hi, chas! Awesome, you like Autechre too. What a nice sounding painting. And that your mom painted it. My grandmother and great-grandmother and uncle were all painters, but they never painted me as far as I know. I didn’t look very inspiring back then, I’m sure. Hooray for your productiveness yesterday. Uh, I was a little productive. A big problem got solved, although I had nothing to do with its resolution. But still. I might edit our film today, and, if so, it should be a productive one. Thanks, pal. Keep it going. I swear I’ll do better and then perpetuate the betterness today.  Like you? ** A, Hi. If the Columbine guys liked Autechre, that makes sense since they’re artists’ artists, ha ha. You’re straight edge, good on you. I guess I am too by default unless coffee upsets the apple art. I think Nulick really wants his plastic son to be an Influencer. ** Misanthrope, Sounds like it must be the soap to me? I seem to have developed a mild allergy to tomatoes and tomato sauce in the last six months, which is very fucking annoying. ** Cody Goodnight, I’m good enough. I won’t whine about the hot weather. Ours is only kind of humid, at least. I sleep with a fan pointed at me. Also, mosquitos can’t fly in even slight breezes, so it keeps them away too. Nice little trick there, if you don’t know it. I admire and envy your week, or at least what it’s inputting for you. I was the right age, like, 11 to early teens, when the 60s British Invasion happened, and I was extremely way into it and had my life changed by it and all of that stuff. So many favorites, but, yeah, Barrett-era PFloyd, Kinks, The Move, The Who prior to ‘Tommy’, Small Faces, etc. Great shit. If I can find and eat soft serve ice cream today, it will be a good day. I hope yours meets your targeting. ** Bernard Welt, Great, voices carry, or mine did. Crazy. I was sure the humidity would stop it in its tracks. I saw a pic on Facebook of Michael Lally on his 80th b’day with Charles Bernstein. He looks good and even kind of sweet. You’re writing about dreams again, no! No! Not again!!! ** Bill, How early does a guy have to die to get an interview in a book around here? You should instigate a Bechdel-like test but about length. ‘Yes, but does it pass the Hsu Test?’ That has a nice ring to it. ** alex, Hi, alex! Awesome you love Autechre. They’ve been a considerable influence on my writing. I was studying them a lot at a certain point. I’ve never seen them live. No, always wanted to, obviously. They haven’t played Paris in a million years. A bunch of friends of mine trained up to Amsterdam to see them play a few years ago, but not me. How are you? How is everything going? ** Thomas Moronic, Hi, T! Me too, re: Autechre’s influence, as I’m sure you know. Yes, you’re almost here! I can’t to see you! Save big time for me, please. Love, me. ** Right. Please celebrate the birth of Shane Jesse Christmass’s novel today. And score it even. You won’t be sorry, trust me. See you tomorrow.