Hestia Peppe makes a lot of assumptions and misses a lot of humour while failing to review Mandy, Charlie & Mary-Jane by Stewart Home. She concludes: “People who love what they do (I swear, this isn’t about authenticity, it’s about motive) don’t care about being cult, they want everyone to love what they love, they are desperate to explain it. Preaching to a choir of apparent like minds, while potentially also quietly mocking them for enjoying your work and deriding in advance anyone who doesn’t is a ridiculous way to make art but more importantly seems like a half-arsed way of going about trying to destroy the novel-as-we-know-it. If you don’t want to blow everyone’s minds then you aren’t aiming near high enough…” Home isn’t mocking all of those who like what he does- although obviously he’s puzzled when some (not all) think he’s an anarchist when he’s not and he might mock those people but not everyone who likes what he does… He doesn’t expect everyone to like what he does, and said in interviews 20 years ago he thinks there will always be a divided audience of those that like and those that don’t like not just his books but any book or movie or piece of music… And if people don’t love what you do so what? It’s you utopian to think everyone will, it’s the kind of position you would expect from an anarchist. Read what is not a review but a typical bourgeois opinion piece here.
“The works of Stewart Home are often morally devoid. This isn’t something the author particularly aspires towards, they’re just by-products of the avant filters he applies to his art… When Glass meets him, he isn’t the anarchist dynamo that we expected but more of a taciturn conjuree of arcane knowledge – a socially awkward tidal wave of obscurity. Face to face, there is not a glimmer of the sardonicism or Bacchanalian free-falling of his despicable characters.” Read the full piece here (but note the transcript of the conversation is in places inaccuarate).
Above: Stewart Home at El Saler-Estany del Pujol between the forest and the little lake. In the 1990s Valencia was the centre of rave culture in Spain… lots of illegal clubs were running right across the weekend in the area just south of the city of Valencia (now a national park and also a European rice growing area)… partying for the whole weekend entailed lots of drug use and rumour has it there are still many bodies, a lot of cash and also pills and dope hidden in the forest…. This was known as the Ruta del Bakalao AKA Ruta Destroy. Stewart Home went to investigate and research with the photo above being taken on 12 April 2013.