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Please welcome to the world … Jeff Jackson Destroy All Monsters (FSG Originals)



An epidemic of violence is sweeping the country: musicians are being murdered onstage in the middle of their sets by members of their audience. Are these random copycat killings, or is something more sinister at work? Has music itself become corrupted in a culture where everything is available, everybody is a “creative,” and attention spans have dwindled to nothing.

With its cast of ambitious bands, yearning fans, and enigmatic killers, Destroy All Monsters tells a haunted and romantic story of overdue endings and unlikely beginnings that will resonate with anybody who’s ever loved music.

Like a classic vinyl single, Destroy All Monsters has two sides that can be read in any order. You read one side, then flip the book over and upside down to read the other. At the heart of Side A, “My Dark Ages,” is Xenie, a young woman who is repulsed by the violence of the epidemic but who still finds herself drawn deeper into the mystery. Side B, “Kill City,” follows an alternate history, featuring familiar characters in surprising roles, and burrows deeper into the methods and motivations of the murderers.


A gallery of images that were inspirational in writing the novel:

Patti Smith and a friend.

Haunting Bruce Connor.

To write a book as fearless as a backflip by HR of Bad Brains.

“Fire Seeks Its Own Form.” Image by Michael Salerno.

Biting the arrow.

Real hardcore. Hopey and co. on tour in Jaime Hernandez’s “Love & Rockets.”

Iggy Pop and James Williamson circa “Kill City.”

Eliane Radigue, The Queen of Drone.

Eliane again. One of my favorite album covers.

Highest fidelity.

Bruce Connor captures Crime in action.

Pere Ubu circa “My Dark Ages”

Destroy All Monsters, the band

Destroy All Monsters, the magazine


Advanced praise:

“Jeff Jackson is one of contemporary American fiction’s most sterling and gifted new masters. With Destroy All Monsters, he has raised the high bar his work already set. It’s a novel that impresses on many levels, with its beautifully hypnagogic, catastrophic story and writing that is a wonder to behold.”
– Dennis Cooper

“At some point, I began to think of it as an ancient folk tale. It’s fine work, with a kind of scattered narrative set within a tight frame. Fast-moving throughout – fragile characters who suggest a bleak inner world made in their own collective image.”
– Don DeLillo

Destroy All Monsters has a distinct pulse–a kind of heart beat–that comes out of the rhythm of the prose, the inventiveness of the form, and the willingness of Jeff Jackson to engage the mysterious alchemy of violence, performance, and authenticity. This accomplished, uncanny novel is simultaneously seductive and unsettling.”
– Dana Spiotta

“Jeff Jackson’s new novel surges with new-century anxiety and paranoia as it documents a fraught new state of vulnerability in which maybe everything is coming to an end. In other words, it’s a clear-eyed, stone cold vision of what’s to come.”
– Ben Marcus

“Delightful in its use of playful forms—including, appropriately, an A and B side—this taut, atmospheric rock and roll thriller touches a raw nerve with its subject matter. Add the artist’s struggle authentic power and the carrot of fame—Destroy All Monsters is rock enough for anyone.”
– Janet Fitch

“Punk rock in literary form.”
– Booklist

Destroy All Monsters is like Rashomon meets the underground punk scene. This book is larger than itself and the most ambitious work Jackson has attempted, and goddamn if he doesn’t pull it off.”
– The Big Smoke
Full review here: http://thebigsmoke.com/2018/09/11/book-review-destroy-all-monsters-by-jeff-jackson/

“Jackson artfully eliminates distance between action and the reader, hijacking with a propulsive style into real-time dilemmas of belonging, assimilation, and acceptance.”
– Pank
Full review here: https://pankmagazine.com/2018/07/26/review-destroy-monsters-jeff-jackson/

“Jackson builds an anxious, deeply felt narrative probing a nationwide epidemic of murders of musicians. In opposing versions of the story—there’s an A side and a B side—Jackson follows several residents of the nondescript city of Arcadia who turn out to be both victims and perpetrators of crimes. Infected with this eerie conceit, and expressed through gritty, sharp prose, the novel provides both deep character exploration and a nuanced commentary on music, creativity, and violence.”
– Publishers Weekly starred review : https://www.publishersweekly.com/978-0-374-53766-1?fbclid=IwAR27ePkZ7FJkxYiKKhkmeEapj3LvHyhGN81Ttz76l7691NhC34SDqtwHVb4

Destroy All Monsters is an inventive and powerful book. It’s my favorite rock novel.”
– David Gutowski, Largehearted Boy


Soundtrack for Book Titles:

Destroy All Monsters
Playing their hit song “You Can’t Kill Kill”


Side A: My Dark Ages
Early single by Pere Ubu


Side B: Kill City
Title track from album by Iggy Pop and James Williamson


Consumer Warning Bonus Track
Heavens to Betsy “These Monsters Are Real”





It’s the night the music comes home. That’s how the concert is billed on the red flyers plastered along the telephone poles that lead into Arcadia. The notices accompany cars through the few blocks of dive bars, all-night diners, and ethnic restaurants that constitute the ragged downtown. Drivers cruise the streets in search of parking spaces, gliding past the ticket holders streaming toward the show and the onlookers loitering under streetlights. Normally people come to make the most of their hours away from jobs at the wheelchair factory, the tire warehouses, and construction gigs, but this crowd has flocked here for the homecoming show of a local band whose songs have gone viral. Their attention is riveted on the theater, its façade lit up like a beacon. A bustling queue of teenagers wraps along the building’s perimeter, bodies pressed tight to keep a claim on their territory. They’ve camped out on the sidewalk for hours, dressed light in anticipation of spring weather that hasn’t arrived, a sampling of what passes for an underground scene in this conservative industrial city. The strip-mall goths, the mod metalheads, the blue-collar ravers, the bathtub-shitting punks, the jaded aesthetes who consider themselves beyond category. Everyone in line has imagined a night that could crack open and transform their dreary realities. This is it.

Xenie clutches one of the red concert flyers while she watches the line grow. Teenagers swarm in tense cliques, unaccustomed to seeing one another away from the usual hangouts—the parking lot of the sandwich shop that sells alcohol to minors, the skate park haunted by the spirits of dead twins, the abandoned flag factory that’s the site of ritualistic revels. Only one band could draw everyone here together. A steady stream of newcomers search for the end of the queue that’s vanished around the corner. The overhead marquee doesn’t bother to advertise the Carmelite Rifles. It simply says SOLD OUT.

Xenie smooths her tattered blouse and thrift-store skirt and scans the crowd, knocking her combat boots together for luck. Somebody has to have a spare ticket. She listens to some kids in tie-dye t-shirts and leather dog collars swapping stories about the band’s incandescent live shows. The one where they dressed as the headlining band and played their set note for note. The epic concert at Echo Echo whose encore spilled out into the courtyard.

—I was at their very first gig, she says. They played next to a washing machine in the drummer’s basement.

Nobody replies or looks up. Maybe she didn’t actually say anything out loud.

The sixteen-year-old keeps pacing in front of the theater. The scalpers skulking along the sidewalk keep a lookout for cops while chanting astronomical numbers under their breath. They assess her with sidelong glances both pitying and predatory.

Farther down the queue, she recognizes several faces from other shows, a tattooed girl with sleepy eyes and a blue-haired boy with pierced lips. Not that she’s ever summoned the nerve to speak to them. Anybody got an extra ticket? she asks.

She holds up the concert flyer to emphasize her point, but it’s the wrong side. She stands there facing the line, desperately waving a page of pure red.

Two teenage boys linger at the end of the line. They stand slightly apart from the shrinking queue. They try not to act alarmed by the low rumble of the opening act’s set, but it’s obvious the show has officially started. The tall skinny boy frantically empties the contents of his billfold onto the sidewalk. His face blazes crimson. I fucked up, he says. I really fucked up.

He turns to his friend Shaun and displays the empty expanse of wallet where their tickets should be.

—I must’ve left them at home, Florian says. I can call my mom. Maybe she’ll bring them.

Shaun is sunk in thought. He casually shakes his long brown hair out of his eyes. Typically calm and unruffled. Still got the cassette? he asks.

—Right here, Florian says.

The demo tape contains several songs they wrote and recorded together. Their latest batch. The label doesn’t list who played what because they share duties on vocals, guitars, everything. They’ve transferred the music to magnetic tape for maximum retro appeal. The case is spray-painted bright violet.

Shaun nods, then walks straight toward the front of the line, past the people impatiently shuffling their feet and the rows of silk-screened concert posters. Florian stumbles after him with his stork-like steps, barely keeping up as they approach the security guard who clutches a wooden clipboard. The teardrop tattoos inked under his eyes make it even more difficult to imagine him crying.

—Hey, man, Shaun calls to the guard as if greeting an old confidant. I don’t know what name he put us under. Maybe you can help us out.

—Who are you talking about? the guard says.

—You know, Mickey, the bass player. We’re his cousins. Maybe it’s under Mickey’s name, maybe it’s under mine, maybe my brother’s.

The guard looks perplexed as he scrolls through the printed names on the guest list.

—Here we are, Shaun says, peering over his shoulder and pointing to an unchecked name. That’s me, and my brother’s the plus-one.

The guard looks skeptical, but Shaun has already extended his wrist to receive a stamp. Florian follows his lead. He’s used to his friend pulling off these sorts of stunts.

At the theater’s entrance, Shaun notices a girl in a thrift-store ensemble and combat boots pacing the sidewalk. The spiky cut of her blonde hair doesn’t entirely obscure her delicate features. She’s singing one of the band’s tunes under her breath, repeating the chorus in a lilting croon. Her lips barely move, but the shape of the song vibrates in her throat.



My website: www.deathofliterature.com

Buying the book –
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Destroy-All-Monsters-Last-Novel/dp/0374537666/
Indie Bound: https://www.indiebound.org/book/9780374537661
Book Depository (for overseas): https://www.bookdepository.com/Destroy-All-Monsters-Jeff-Jackson/9780374537661

FSG Originals site for the book:

Jeff’s band Julian Calendar – their album “Parallel Collage”:



p.s. Hey. This weekend the blog adds its two cents to the general and very deserved outcry of praise and attention to Jeff Jackson’s spanking new novel, in our case via a personal tour of the work by Jeff himself. If you have yet to score a copy, let today’s post be your breaking point. Thank you ever so much, Jeff. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. And there are unsurprisingly dozens and dozens of hideous Trump monster masks on sale this season. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. That Cerith Wyn Evans work looks excellent, I must say. Have the swellest weekend. ** Jamie, Ha ha, thanks, bud. Aw, so nice to hear that Halloween has made its tactless way to your environs. Paris seems to be giving it the usual cold French shoulder. God would weep. I really don’t think missing a projection of ‘Halloween’ will impact your consciousness on even the most minimalist level. Maybe the script is very slightly inch-and-a-halfing along instead of inching. My weekend? Work. Gisele gets back briefly from her/our touring, and I think she’s dragging me along with her to Le Manoir de Paris for my second go-round, which is not a problem for me really. I’m going to hunt around for any special Halloween-makeover pastries that might be lurking in the cool patisseries. I think I have a bead on one maybe. Uh, but mostly script work. I greatly envy you seeing presumably interesting films and seeing them at the lovely Tramway, you devil. And Hannah’s arriving. Give her my hug. Make it warm and friendly. Ha ha, great weekend wish, thanks. May yours ride the snake, into the lake, the ancient lake. There was a later period Hellraiser villain who did that CD mouth shooting thing, you’re right, and Clive Barker himself told me they were Korn CDs, and he insisted on them being Korn CDs because he loved Korn at the time, which made me question how truly evil his evil is love, Dennis. ** Keatontheapp, Oh, you’re an app. I want to be an app. At least on the weekends. Hook me up. Okay, I’ll check the Petit. It’s about a 15 minutes walk from my pad, so … Whoa, what’s on your blog? I like it. It spooked me out and cozied up to me too. Really, one porn? You’re almost a virgin. You’re so close, damn. I didn’t even like the kills. I thought they seemed like they were tippy-toeing around kills. What’s your weekend? ** Dominik, Hi, D! Here neither, really, hype-wise. One of life’s great inexplicabilities. Turns out Zac doesn’t get back to Paris until the 2nd, so Salon du Chocolat will have to happen post-Halloween on the 3rd, so now I have to figure out a way to have one-person Halloween without a shitload of chocolate to help, shit. Oh, do tell about Prague when you go, yes. There might be some near-future art show there that has one of my gif novels in it, which might finally get me there. I didn’t go the concert. There was a last minute crisis that needed to be solved, and it was, but I missed the show to do that. It was a rare appearance by the great experimental composer Alvin Lucier with my pal Stephen O’Malley doing guitar stuff with Oren Ambarchi as an opening act. I can’t believe you’re still impaired by your foot, but I’m glad it’s fading away. I’m good. Too much boring work, but what can you do? ‘Gravity’s Rainbow’, nice! I’m currently reading galleys of a couple of novels that come out early next year — Richard Cheim’s ‘King of Joy’ and Mark Doten’s ‘Trump Sky Alpha’, both superb, and the Thomas Moore/Stephen Purtill collab. book ‘Small Talk at the Clinic’, which also is great. You enjoy your weekend very maximally! ** Steve Erickson, I did find myself spending even less time with Facebook open on my desktop than even usual yesterday, fearing the worst. Curious about ‘The Fog’. I saw it on release back when and thought it was very weak, but it seems to have accrued a lot of cult love, so I’m wondering if I was an ignoramus or something. Sounds interesting: your script moves. I hope your imagination explodes an ending. ** James Nulick, Hey there, Mr. N! Thank you. I’m good. The TV script writing is laborious but in motion. I ain’t no screenwriter. I’m just building wordage for Zac’s and Gisele’s and my projects as usual, although this script is such a trudge it does feel at the moment like I’m doing it for the money but without the money part. Yes, Mr. Champagne, I think, informed us of said forthcoming book and even about the sweet dedication. Very excited for that, man! I know I’ll like it, James. I ain’t no fool. You go to Japan soonish, yes? Love back at high volume. ** Bill, Hi. I thought so too. Jane Addams Books looks extremely visitable and shoppable. True, Molinaro seems to be kind of lost these days. And there’s so little of hers on the net that making a post will be tricky, but I think I figured it out, and I’m going to give it the old college try this weekend. Speaking of, have a great one! ** XTX, xTx! Holy moly, my dear friend and genius scribe, it’s so, so good to see you! I miss you! What are you up to? What’s happening? Are you doing Halloween in some hugely fun fashion? I’d love to catch up! Can we type at each other or talk phone-wise or Skype or something? T’would be amazing! Tons of love! ** Okay. You know what you have in store locally this weekend, and why don’t you get to it and/or back to it? See you on Monday.


  1. Congratulations on the new novel, Jeff! So happy this is out. And that’s quite a gallery of inspirational media. Will be hunting for a copy this weekend.

    Yeah, there’s so little on Molinaro online. Most of what I know is from the short bios in her books. Did you know her personally, Dennis? She’s a writer I wish I’d met; from her work, she’s so thoughtful, self-deprecating, and funny.

    Mostly catching up after the trip over the weekend, and getting ready for an upcoming gig. Have a good one…

    Bill (first, maybe)

  2. Hey Jeff, congratulations on the publication of DESTROY ALL MONSTERS, and thanks for giving us this look at some of the things that inspired the book (I especially found it interesting as to what songs served as an inspiration): as you saw on Facebook I’m reading it right now and I’ll be sure to write up a Goodreads review when I’m done.

  3. Jeff, a fantastic book! Congrats. And with FSG!!!! Life is sweet.

  4. Haha, I wish I was an app too. GhostRadar is a fun and scary app, I delete it more than Grindr. “Wait, Paris, just use the metro Keaton. But that’s not geologically possible.” ::face twists::. ::hears Villiers:: Oh, in St. Pete, we like to get together each Saturday and were our Danzig tees and remake “Dirty Black Summer” over and over again because we live in the “Eternal Summer”. And my bunnies, Ben Cooper/Collegeville made several different ones, got my first one at the Mothman Festival years ago. I have 3 of the white rabbits, there are a couple to a few more, some i am not sure about. They have little bunny tails. I did finally see parts of Every Pool Boys Dream and Lust Winter, but those only. I have embraced Gifs. “If it moves, it gets the role in the next DC movie.” jk. Hm, yes, ok. My Weekend, went to the parks today, the Lake parks and the Seminole War spots. Went to town to get some books, got a collection of ghost stories and a Stephen King. Had a Zombie burrito at this weird Mexican place where everybody working there was white and like 10 years old. Played the lottery. Got some cheeses and such and enjoyed the local fleshes. Now Im trying to make a story I have been fighting with for years to work. Hope yours is tres cool

  5. I’m closer to finishing the script – I wrote the ending, but I’m not sure the 2 pages preceding it are that good. I was talking about this issue with a friend, and he suggested a postscript that brings on the hustler mentioned in the blackmail videos to say “I was fucking with you,” but for practical purposes, I’d like to keep the film to 1 set and 3 actors.

    THE FOG seemed quite good to me, if not on the level of Carpenter’s best films. There might be an awkwardness in the fact that the ghosts are kept offscreen till the final third even though they’re capable of ripping apart people’s throats with hooks. But I found it quite atmospheric: given how much he was influenced by Howard Hawks and RIO BRAVO, it repeats that film’s theme of a small community gathering together under threat, just 2 films after ASSAULT ON PRECINCT 13. This is Carpenter weekend in New York: in addition to the Metrograph’s week-long run of a new print of THE FOG, the Museum of the Moving Image showed 3 of his films today and will show 2 more tomorrow.

    I am looking forward to reading DESTROY ALL MONSTERS. I’m impressed by the amount of press FSG has been able to get for it. Radigue is a promising inspiration, but when I played one of her CDs at my parents’ house, they thought the smoke alarm was going off.

  6. Congratulations, Jeff! Just arrived in Tokyo today, so I took it along to meet Godzilla. Looking forward to it.

    Hi, Dennis. Love from Halloween season over here!

    James N, I owe you a drink if you’re around and have time.

  7. Jeff,

    Congratulations on the publication of Destroy All Monsters! Those are some really impressive blurbs there, man! I’ll buy a copy from Glamazon once I’m back in the States. FSG, wow!


    I’m headed to Tokyo this morning! 2 hour drive from Seattle to Vancouver, BC, then a nonstop flight from Vancouver to Tokyo (Haneda)! A 10 hour flight! We’ll be in Shibuya for the massive Halloween celebration! Hell yeah man!

    Maybe Paul Curran and I can hang out. Me and the ball and chain are staying at the Tokyo Hilton in Shinjuku… our flight leaves Vancouver BC at 4:20pm, lol.

    Oh Dennis, the story I dedicated to you in the forthcoming collection is called ‘Vinyl-hearted Boy’ … it’s very Dennis, yowza. Love you Dennis and massive sweltering love to everyone here at DC’s!

    James ❤️❤️

  8. Paul, sounds good .. I just sent a long love note to Dennis but it seems to have gotten swallowed up in the great digital maw that is DCs…. I’ll be stationed at the Tokyo Hilton in Shinjuku, should this comment squeak through!

    please email me at jnulick at gmail dot com

  9. Jeff, Kudos, sir. I’ll be picking this up in near future. Seems everyone’s raving and it’s well-deserved. Duh. We knew that before you wrote it, right? 😀

    Dennis, Soooo…because my commute has become so fucking hellacious, I’ve been getting up and leaving a half hour earlier in the morning. That half hour really waylaid me for the week, hahaha. From Tuesday evening on, I found myself falling asleep way too early in my haunted rocking chair, waking up a few hours late, and then jumping into bed. I was still tired as fuck. Didn’t get on the computer until very late Friday night. Ugh. Let’s see how this week goes.

    Hahaha, yes, very funny, right? Hmm, ol’ TC, there are many pics/stills/frames where I’m just like meh. There are others, of course, where I’m like, he’s cute as fuck. I guess it depends on the angle. Now, one of my other faves, Miles Heizer, there’s never a meh shot of him, even when he’s rolling his eyes back in his head Undertaker-style. I could look at that mug all day.

    Yeah, BB sucks. The more I think about it, the more I didn’t like it at all. Ugh. It was just put together so poorly in so many ways.

    I’m almost finished with The Crying of Lot 49. It’s a fun book. Pynchon can be really funny. I like how he incorporates slapstick into his work. You don’t see that much.

    One thing I’ve learned is how to keep my mouth shut when someone is going crazy over a “great” film/book/TV show that I’ve seen/read and know really sucks. Just wanted to get that out there. Hell, let people enjoy what they enjoy (and be prepared to say no when they want to go see 50 Shades Freed 😉 ).

    I like my one friend. She says, “Who cares if the writing’s good? That shouldn’t matter.” I just look at her, hahaha, and say nothing.

  10. Jeff Jackson, if you’re reading, I was already sooooo looking forward to reading this and this post has just increased my lust. I’ve been reading a lot of the press you’ve been doing for the book and buying quite a few amazing books that you’ve talked about too, so thanks for that. Furthermore I genuinely think the cover of Destroy All Monsters is one of the finest book covers I’ve ever seen, no joke. Hey, maybe someone should do a cover version of this book, or a 12 inch remix? Oh, and that Eliane Radigue Triptych sleeve is really nice.

    How are you and how was your weekend?
    Hannah got here and we went to the Tramway and saw some films. My fave things were three films and a performance by Erica Scourti, who I hadn’t heard of before the event. Oh, and I streamed Halloween on a really shitty, recorded on an iPhone in a cinema stream, and it was no less than that absolute turd of a film deserved. I was angry, man. The craziest thing was that it was exactly like all those sequels that the makers were so smugly announcing that they were knocking out of canon (I watched all the sequels as a teenager as I kind of had to keep tabs on Michael Myers whereabouts as the first Halloween scared me so badly.). There was a couple of moments where I thought it maybe looked nice or had some nice colours then I became aware that they were all the result of the lo-fi stream, haha. So glad I didn’t go to the movies for that. And people are liking it?
    Did you get any nice Halloween pastries?
    May your Monday be bedecked in the greatest Halloween costume a day has ever worn.
    I’ve also never heard Korn at least not that I’m aware of love,

  11. @ Jeff, thank you for this tantalising glimpse behind the scenes! I really look forward to checking Destroy All Monsters out for myself.

    This is me back in Dundee, having been driven up here by my dad today. I look forward to meeting up with the DCA print unit guys on Thursday, when I hope to arrange a schedule for my screenprinting idea. I have a title lined up, a glittery print named after the leaf of Ulmus glabra, a tree intrinsic to Dundee – Diamond Dust Camperdown Elms.

  12. I was only able to see a few comments on here and tried to reply to all of them — but I couldn’t see if any of the replies came through. Just wanted to say thank you to everyone here who left a comment about the book or was just checking it out. And especially to anyone who ordered a copy of DESTROY ALL MONSTERS — hugely and deeply appreciated you supporting the book & weird literature in general.

  13. Hey Dennis –

    Thanks for hosting this day. The blog has meant so much to me over many years and it feels like DAM has come home to see it here.

    Just back from LA and had a nice time. Bookworm taping went well and Michael was in excellent form. I felt a bit dizzy after the taping, but in a good way. The reading was a little sparse, but it was great to see folks like Amina Cain and Hedi El Kholti there. I was able to see the blog’s own Tosh Berman and a few other friends, while braving the traffic which seems to have grown even more legendary.

    I wanted to thank you for recommending the jaw-dropping B. Wurtz show, which was one of the best things I’ve seen in ages and inspiring for my own assemblage practice. It made my heart sweat. And I also made it to the Pat O’Neill installation which was just stunning. The five-screen installation runs 11 minutes and the swirling associative images (each screen different, but carefully synched to the others) were so dazzling and addictive that I watched it through six times, catching lots of new details each time.

    When I mentioned these shows to other Angelenos, nobody seemed to know about them! So thanks for hipping me to such incredible work.

    How’re you? What’s the latest with the Arte show and film and all else?

  14. Hey Dennis and Jeff – very excited about DAM (hey, I like that abbreviation!) – and hope to get back to reading it soon after finishing my final edits of my own. And as you guys saw, sudden pub date for me Nov 6th! I’m thrilled…Dennis, can you tell me your mailing address? I want to send you a copy. My friend who is publishing my article on Genius has been away, but I’ll let you know when that’s up. It might be a nice nonfiction companion to the novel, about a genius of a painter. Here’s a link for my book, if anyone wants to see it. Will be up on Amazon in a day or so.


  15. Shane Christmass

    October 29, 2018 at 11:08 am

    Jeff this looks like the shit.

    As an aside – Kill City is a great tune, not sure how much of that album I can stomach though. There’s some songs on there that make me feel quite ill.

    Anyway – I just popped in – currently reading ‘The Bacheloress’ by Victor Margieritte.

  16. Jeff–congrats. Mike Kelley has written eloquently of DAM’s history in a brilliant essay, “To the Throne of Chaos Where The Thin Flutes Pipe Mindlessly (Destroy All Monsters: 1974/77).” Find a version here:


    Dennis–I came across this new essay by Diarmuid Hester in the latest GLQ, called. “The Anarcho-Queer Commons of Dennis Cooper’s Blog, The Weaklings: A Brief History.” Fellow lovers of your blog may find it of interest. It’s here:



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