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[David Kilroy]

His opening epistle regarding lazy writing I quite agreed with. The
basis of Taste was plainly the point, though, which is why I
immediately referred to Gifford, who loves literature yet couldn't
give a red rat's spincter whether Kingsley Amis approves of Port
Tropique or whether some NY review gave good notice. Moorcock's
another lovely guilty pleasure in this vein, being a self-acknowledged
literary populist who once wrote a cycle of crap fantasy overnight to
pay a Harrod's bill. He wants to be widely read, hence a career arc
careening from The Chinese Agent to Mother London, yet doesn't much
care to be canonized.  I appreciate his cheek as much as his
principles, cf. Epic Pooh. Being a comix hack meself the question of
taste doesn't signify for much-- all I know is that reeking sentiment
creeps under every door, even in my pop ghetto. In comix it's an open
secret that the artistes with higher literary aspirations, the Eddie
Campbells, Gilbert Hernandezes, Ho Che Andersons, have all drawn
pornography in order to draw a cheque. Moorcock and Gifford have gone
down similarly disreputable roads with A Pillow Book and The Brothel
In Rosenstrasse. P has always appealed to me precisely because of the
universality of his interests overrules pretension for author AND
readership. Or at least they ought to. Plasticman comix and kazoos and
sadomasochism, oh my.
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