It’s that valuable art of any kind – painting, architecture, music, and of course literature – is the fierce enemy of nice. When the latter-day forces of Orwell’s Junior Anti-Sex League get hold of Dahl or Joyce or Nabokov or Rimbaud or whoever wrote the brilliant Stupids series and try to shove their purification of it down our throats, we need to puke the whole thing up, right back in their faces.
Because only being covered in vomit, again and again, keeps the ever-eager purificationists from their task.
February 24th, 2023 at 9:51PM
Respect.