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GENS MISC. UPCOMING PROJECTS: Heartworm Press are publishing “Collected Lyrics and Poems of Genesis Breyer P-Orridge – Volume One 1961 to 1971. Later they will publish Gen's first novel, written in 1969, “Mrs. Askwith”. Other books will follow.

Monday, May 24, 2010



Mike Walker also wrote “NICOLE BROWN SIMPSON-THE PRIVATE DIARY OF A LIFE INTERRUPTED” which tends to confirm one’s impression of him from this book, particularly from his introduction, as a self-serving and barely literate parasite.

As for the disgracefully adolescent Norma Novelli ... “What a pathetic loser she was!” I use a past tense in reference to her because she was nothing before she attached herself to Lyle Menendez in a menopausal crush, and she has returned to being less than nothing since.

Lyle’s conviction for the “brutal shotgun slayings” of his parents is supposedly exposed and analyzed by this tedious book and its unique angle of having reprinted “actual diaries”. The usual pseudo-psychological;
society’s right to know; prevention of future murder by familiarity with the “mind of a cold killer” and righteous curiosity reasons are glibly trotted out as justification. I resent having wasted my precious time, an irreplaceable part of my life trying to read this garbage.

Yes! A plague upon thee and all who doth sail in thee, oh morass of apathy and puss drenched conformity that be suburbia! I say. Oh, that feels better!

If you do seriously wish to enter uncannily into the existential world of a sociopathic serial killer and the obsessive mind of a sadistic pervert more completely and shatteringly than you could ever have imagined; complete with the inclusion of his journal entries, his drawings of death scenes and poems, even self-searching dialogues by the murderer himself. A lost soul chillingly and articulately trying to understand how it came to this, and what could possibly have possessed him, then I cannot recommend highly enough
“KILLING FOR COMPANY - The Case Of Dennis Nilsen” by BRIAN MASTERS published by Jonathan Cape in 1985.

After all, any right thinking person and socially sensitive observer would have to concur, that an all consuming, uncontrollable hatred for that very suburbia from which so many serial executors are drawn is really the primary common factor in all these sobering tales.

Furthermore, and potentially more disturbing to the self-deceiving, I must grudgingly suggest that any right thinking and sensitive person would also have to empathize with that hatred, whilst being careful not to condone necessarily these particularly gruesome expressions of it.

So, anyway, returning reluctantly to the onerous task I have pledged to fulfill; this is a vile book reveling in vicarious consumption on every possible level. It is a gratuitous consumer product in and of itself so
superficial and dull in content that it makes tabloids in the genus of National Enquirer sparkle like James Joyce’s “Ulysses” in comparison.

The Menendez brothers are consumed with such immature and ineffective greed compounded by a mental retardation that acknowledging this the only shocking aspect of this drivel. Suburbia was for the post-Warholian 15 minutes or so, consumed with vicarious fascination. Norma was consumed
with a blatantly self-deceiving obsession for Lyle (Of course this dreadful, dreadful housewife wanted to fuck him!). Erik and Lyle consumed the media attention. The public consumed the media sensationalism. And on and on...A typical American fable of rags to body bags.

Really, all you can say is. What a bunch of repulsive people. Stupid, mundane, unglamorous, uninspired, disposable, vacuous middle-class foolish, repulsive people. Bungling, masturbatory, opportunist, amoral,
vainglorious, unattractive, repulsive people.

Blessedly, this cast of idiots have either crawled back under the rank stones from whence they came, or been consigned officially under more architecturally demanding, but equally dank, official stones.

Which would be fine and dandy if it was an interesting tale well told. But it’s not. It’s a “crock of shit” as you americans would say, and I can only wholeheartedly concur, european though I am.

Genesis P-Orridge

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