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GHOST OF AN IDEA By William Burns (Headpress Books, 2025)

A great cover, an interesting subject and a promising title but sadly the content of this book leaves a lot to be desired.
The first of its seven chapters takes up just under half the book and is for the most part a well-informed, though often repetitive, essay on the topic. William Burns knows his stuff but seems unsure whether his pitch should be high (with quotes from Derrida / Nietzsche) or low (e.g. when complaining that the vagaries of memory “can be an extreme bummer”).
The second half is mainly filler; a hotchpotch of lists, reviews and over-long interviews with obscure musicians. The focus of these pieces is very confusing. For instance, having established that Folk Horror was born in the UK, the author’s list of film recommendations contains summaries of recent American or global titles before ending with a quote from The Wicker Man!?
A review of a Nick Cave concert in Brooklyn has no obvious relevance to the rest of the book.
Worst of all, the book ends with an unseemly rant against the Toy Story franchise which is portrayed as being nothing more than a corporate exercise in mind control and is held responsible for “endless merchandising that has blighted the world for the last 20 years.” If you want to split hairs, Disney have been doing the same thing for much longer!
Aside from bordering on the unhinged, this short but spiteful essay (in lieu of a coherent conclusion) ends the book on a very sour note.



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When asked why I don’t join groups, I have been fond of citing Groucho Marx’s much-quoted quip that he refused to join any club that would have him as a member. This is a good line but a glib answer to a serious question. As often tends to be the case, the truth is more complicated.

It is not that I am opposed to those who join together in the name of good causes or in the pursuit of a more harmonious society. Anybody who is prepared to stand up for their beliefs deserves praise and should not be subject to cynical sniping. I accept that there is something innately reassuring about finding kindred spirits who share your world view.

So why don’t I join these noble tribes in a quest to put the world to rights?

One reason is that I have also had a marked tendency towards misanthropy.  I have read and fully acknowledge Rutger Bregman’s more charitable view of Humankind but I can’t wholly endorse his conclusions. I find myself more inclined to agree with the sentiments expressed in Nick Cave’s song ‘People Ain’t No Good’.

Another cause of my aversion to groups is my innate shyness. Put bluntly, people make me nervous! But I don’t think this is a unique or unusual feeling. Practically everyone is shy in certain situations and if they are not, they are usually the types who lack the social graces and reject accepted notions of civilized restraint.

But I think it is the common characteristics of many groups that are the main reason I stay clear of them. I would maintain that even the most fervent campaigning organisations can turn into less radical gatherings. What begins with an expression of revolutionary zeal can easily subside into cosy discussions over tea and cakes, wondering why the rest of world are not as enlightened and intelligent as you are.

But, I hear you mutter, the people united will never be divided. Heartening as this platitude may be, it is more often the case that corporate power retains its strength through unity. Social uprisings can lead to positive change but they can also result in greater suppression and tighter restrictions. In recent years, populism as an expression of collective power has morphed into state-led regimes that resemble totalitarianism.    

To stand against ‘herd mentality’ is as much of a defiant social act as bonding together under the warm glow of comradeship. I applaud the naysayers, the rebel rousers and the iconoclasts but I also value contrariness above clubbiness. That’s why I don’t join groups.  

Sexy beast! Scarlet Johansson as the alien in Under The Skin.

Sexy beast! Scarlet Johansson as the alien in Under The Skin.

When I read the novel Under The Skin by Michel Faber, I found it disturbing and a little distasteful. It’s the story of a woman who fell to earth who lures hitchhikers in a remote part of Scotland to a sticky end. Forget any tales of cute extraterrestrials – this is one alien who does not come in peace.  It was all a little too vivid for my taste although I’m tempted to read it again to see if I feel the same way about it now. The main motivation would be that it has now been made into a film which is currently doing the festival circuit  – Telluride , Venice and Toronto. The movie gets a bad review in Variety but the critic’s closing complaint about “the thick Scottish brogues rendering large swathes of dialogue incomprehensible” make me suspect that this is not to be taken too seriously.  This seems to me equivalent to bitching about the street patois of the black characters from Baltimore in HBO’s ‘The Wire’.  One man’s incomprehensibility is another man’s authenticity. I give more credence to Mark Cousins whose magnificent Story of Film (book + TV series)  makes him a movie expert whose opinion I respect. He has just written two Tweets which read as  follows: “I think it’s years since I’ve seen a film as good as Under the Skin directed by Jonathan glazer. A masterpiece”. “S Johansson + Scotland + hidden cameras + new imagery + death music + tenderness + brutality + sex + Orphee + Glasgow = Under the Skin” Continue reading

KING INK GRADUATES

Nicolas Edward Cave (Nick to his mates) received an honorary degree  from the University of Brighton on 8th February 2012 “in recognition of services to the arts and his patronage of CineCity, the annual Brighton Film Festival.”.

Here is the graduation photo with Cave looking less than thrilled and obviously reasoning that a mortar board is not very rock and roll but conceding that a close shave is more in keeping with the academic setting.

One for the family album.

According to Wikipedia, Colorado has an above average proportion of citizens who claim no religion – David Eugene Edwards is not among them.

Born in the city of Eaglewood in 1968, he makes no secret of the fact that he is a committed Christian who literally believes every word of the Bible.  He spent many of his formative years accompanying his grandfather, a Nazarene preacher, as he travelled through small towns to spread the word of the gospel.

In touring as leader of Alt.Country band 16 Horsepower, and now of  Wovenhand,  Edwards is a type of modern-day roving preacher-man delivering his sermons in the form of mostly very bleak songs.

He leaves the listener  in no doubt  that the wages of sin signify death and the prospect of eternal life in Christ doesn’t seem to provide much in the way of consolation or joy. Continue reading