A Clarificatory Conspectus for Core Comprehension of Key Counter-Culturality
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Elsewhere other-engageable:
• Ex-term-in-ate!…
• Maximal Metric…
• Keyly Committed Components…
Posted in Decadence, Horror, Literature, Science fiction, Transgression, tagged Alan Moore, Burroughs, clarificatory conspectus, complexity, core comprehension, counter-cultural, David Britton, English literature, English usage, extremity, Guardianese, Guardianistas, in terms of, issues around, James Joyce, Kabbalah, Key Counter-Culturality, literary transgression, literature, London Review of Books, Lord Horror, Martin Amis, Michael Moorcock, Michel Foucault, New York Review of Books, Polly Toynbee, prior to, Salman Rushdie, Savoy Books, Stewart Home, Terry Pratchett, The Guardian, The Times Literary Supplement, transgression, transgressive literature, transgressive textualist, underground liberature, Vernichtungsliteratur, Will Self, William Burroughs, William S. Burroughs on July 1, 2017| Leave a Comment »
A Clarificatory Conspectus for Core Comprehension of Key Counter-Culturality
(Click for larger version)
Elsewhere other-engageable:
• Ex-term-in-ate!…
• Maximal Metric…
• Keyly Committed Components…
Posted in Decadence, Horror, Literature, Politics, Science fiction, Transgression, tagged allegories, allegory, apocalypse, Basted in the Broth of Billions, Basteland: The Making of a Masterpiece, black type on black paper, Bulgaria on a Budget, Burroughs, committed counter-culturalist, complexity, counter-cultural cognoscenti, crisps, David Britton, David Kerekes, Dr David M. Mitchell, electro-magnetic spectrum, English language, English literature, Enid Blyton, extremity, Five Go to Billycock Hill, gut-grenades, Headpress Journal, helioseismically hallowed, incomprehensibility, Kabbalah, literary transgression, literature, Lord Horror, Mephistopheles, mephitic myrmidon, My Bloody Valentine, packets of crisps, pastiche, Polly Toynbee, Port Talbot University, Post-Polymath Professor of Pantology, rhizomatically rancid, rock music, salt'n'vinegar crisps, salt-and-vinegar crisps, Savoy Books, Stations of the Cross, Strength through Savoy, toxic team of psychotropic Savoyonauts, transgression, transgressive literature, transgressive textualist, underground oeuvre, Vernichtungsliteratur, veteran Savoyologist, Will Self, William Burroughs, William S. Burroughs on April 23, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Basteland: The Making of a Masterpiece, ed. Dr David M. Mitchell (Savoy Books 2015)
In rock music, there’s loud, there’s loud… and there’s My Bloody Valentine. In literature, there’s transgressive, there’s transgressive… and there’s Savoy Books.
But even by the standards of these Mancunian mavericks, one book stands out for terminal teraticity: David Britton’s Basted in the Broth of Billions (2008). This septic slab of cerebral psychosis is infamous among the counter-cultural cognoscenti for three things above all others: its extremity, its complexity and its incomprehensibility. No two reviewers have ever agreed what’s going on, what Britton is trying to say and even (in certain passages) what language the book is written in.
Seven years on, that hermeneutic fluidity is incisively interrogated in Basteland: The Making of a Masterpiece. It’s a detailed study of Basted overseen by Dr David M. Mitchell, the Post-Polymath Professor of Pantology at Port Talbot University. Convening a toxic team of psychotropic Savoyonauts, Mitchell first baited them to a frenzy, then unleashed them on their subject. He edited the resultant essays and monographs before penning an incendiary introduction of his own.
The interpretations he oversees are, as you’d expect, as varied as the contributors. In the closely reasoned analysis “Strength through Savoy”, transgressive textualist Will Self describes Basted as:
[A] rhizomatically rancid assault on the most helioseismically hallowed corner-stones of the modernist canon, jump-starting the cataclysmically creaking Colossus of On the R(h)o(a)d(es) with an extremophilically eldritch injection of synapse-stewing swamp-soup scooped from the atrabiliously atrociousest anus of the most mephitic myrmidon of Mephistopheles, whilst tipping its panache-packed Panama slyly – and wryly – to that rawest and wrenchingest of gut-grenades in Burroughs’ underground oeuvre: 1955’s never-surpassed Bulgaria on a Budget. (“Strength through Savoy: Notes towards a Vernichtungsliteratur of the Apocalypse”, pg. 46)
For countless readers, one of the edgiest and unsettlingest aspects of the book’s full-throttle aesthetic onslaught has to be the way in which, following each stomach-churningly detailed episode of brain-splattering, bowel-strewing slaughter, Lord Horror is inevitably described or depicted as opening and eating a packet of salt’n’vinegar crisps. He then often blows into the empty bag and bursts it. But why? In this essay I hope to explore this question and come up with some (tentative) conclusions as to the symbolism that is at work. (“Our Bite Macht Frei: The Symbolism of Salt-and-Vinegar Crisps in Britton’s Burroughsian Bildungsroman Basted in the Broth of Billions”, pg. 368)
Previously pre-posted on Papyrocentric Performativity:
• Bulg’ Boy Boogie — Literary Outlaw: The Life and Times of William S. Burroughs, Ted Morgan (1991)