This was in the early days before Barty had really beaten us round the head with his mumble rap takes and the idea that Atlanta music was anything but annoying and inane seemed completely ridiculous to everyone. We couldn't quite believe what we were hearing.
Not true at all. Give me time. I didn’t write for 4 years. Also I work full time, and have to write when I get chance. I have loads of ideas to get through, things to write. I don’t do it for money. Just building up a strange public/private oeuvre. I kind of prefer it. Not worrying about editors or money. Of course I’d like people to read it. But, whatever.
Luke hates me for this attitude. But even the Likes of Penguin published Hatherley get anxious about getting paid and shit editors. Just write what you like as best you can. Maybe I’m a control freak. I’ve done some decent stuff. Third loves my Azerbaijan essay from 2012.