My actual Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (not the fake kind where the person at jobcentre says “LOL I’m a bit like that in that I like my desk tidy” really patronisingly and offensively) compels me to finish whatever book I start reading, but I might give up on “Embassytown” by China Miéville, as I just cannae get into it, and going back to it feels a bit like a hideous chore.

I normally really like Miéville, though. I remember the ‘é’ in his name, and everything.

Hmmm.

Happy birthday, HP Lovecraft

That pathetic, racist piece of shit.

He’s my go-to guy when I think of reprehensible people I consume art by, and the somersaults I do to square this morally…

When I first read his stuff as a teen I knew nothing about him, and assumed the shitty snootbag bigots that were his main characters were SUPPOSED to be reprehensible creeps. Didnae ken they were actually supposed to be likeable good guys, and represented Lovecraft himself. I continue to read his stories from this point of view, which I guess makes it easier to stomach the fact I’m reading the work of a complete prick?

Ah, good old white privilege in action, eh.

China Miéville is reading from his new book today

At Wordpower in Edinburgh at 1.

If the rain fucks off, I’ll cycle there. If not, then WHO KNOWS?

I do like him a lot, but.

Cannae afford his new book, anyway.

DEATH TO HARDBACK.