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		<title>Comment on Liverish London by will-self.com &#187; Blog Archive &#187; &#8216;Tis Pity He Was a Horsley</title>
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		<description>[...] and used him – quite unashamedly – as the model for the barman, Hilary Edmonds, in my story Foie Humain from [...]</description>
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		<title>Comment on At The Blackrose Netcafe by will-self.com &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Bekonscot model village</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 21:13:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] interviews Self about the appeal of miniature villages and also mentions Self&#8217;s short story Scale, in which the morphine-addicted protagonist lives beside Bekonscot model village, which is [...]</description>
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		<title>Comment on The Book Of Dave &#8211; USA publication by will-self.com &#187; Blog Archive &#187;</title>
		<link>http://will-self.com/2006/10/17/172/#comment-8</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 05:27:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] From Publishers Weekly [Starred Review] Self, the provocative British raconteur who used the Tibetan Book of the Dead to map London (How the Dead Live, 2000) is taking another literary shot across his home city&#8217;s bow. In his gleaming new puzzlebook, Self creates a dystopian future London, ruled by a cynosure of priests, lawyers and the monarchy. He invents Arpee, the musical language they speak that is based on a sacred textâ€”The Book of Daveâ€”which also serves, satirically, as the society&#8217;s moral and legal foundation. And who is this deity named Dave? An embittered London cabbie from the distant pastâ€”the year 2000.As the book opens, the kingdom of Ingerland is ruled by the elite and ruthless PCO. (Self is riffing on the Public Carriage Office, London&#8217;s transit authority.) People live according to The Book of Dave, which was recovered after a great flood wiped out London in the MadeinChina era. Flashing back more than 500 years, cabbie Dave Rudman types out his idiosyncratic, misogynist, bile-tinged fantasies while in a fit of antidepressant-induced psychosis and battling over the custody of his child, Carl. His screed becomes both a blueprint for a harsh childrearing climate (mummies and daddies living apart, with the kids splitting time between them) and a full-blown cosmology. [...]</description>
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		<title>Comment on The Starship Lack-of-Enterprise by Edward Champion&#8217;s Return of the Reluctant &#187; Self Reflection</title>
		<link>http://will-self.com/2006/06/16/the-starship-lack-of-enterprise/#comment-6</link>
		<dc:creator>Edward Champion&#8217;s Return of the Reluctant &#187; Self Reflection</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Jun 2006 21:43:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Somehow the folks at Splinters have convinced Will Self to blog. Let&#8217;s hope he doesn&#8217;t fizzle out after a few posts. [...]</description>
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