Will is going to be taking part in a Q&A session at the Guardian on Monday 11 August. For more details and to submit a question, go here.
25 July: Urban Psychosis, An evening with Will Self, Manchester.
12 August: Edinburgh Book Festival, 8pm, Charlotte Square Gardens, Charlotte Square, Edinburgh, EH2 4DR.
10 September: Topping and Company Booksellers, The Paragon, Bath, Somerset BA1 5LS.
11 September: LRB bookshop, 7pm.
16 September: Desert Island Flicks, Arnolfini, Bristol.
17-19 September: Annual Conference and Social Housing Exhibition, ICC, Birmingham.
22 September: 5×15 at the Tabernacle, Notting Hill, London. Sold out.
23 September: Wakefield Lit Fest, 7.30pm, Unity Hall, Wakefield.
Watch Will Self talking about death at an RSA event tonight at 6.30pm.
Will Self has contributed to a documentary entitled The Future of Work and Death that explores how imminent technologies may – or may not – have a seismic effect on how society operates. The film chiefly focuses on artificial intelligence, “negligible senescence” and silicon-based immortality.
There’s a Kickstarter page here too.
Will Self writes about the drowned world of JG Ballard’s Shepperton in the first column of his new psychogeography series, On location, in the New Statesman, available online soon. This replaces his Real Meals column.
In largeheartedboy.com’s Book Notes series, Will Self has created – and discusses – a music playlist that relates to his most recently published book, Umbrella, from the Kinks’ “Ape Man” to “Don’t Let it Die” by Hurricane Smith.
Itsu is a Japanese-inspired chain of some 40 takeaways and a brace of proper restaurants that are scattered across London’s financial district with a few outliers, including one in Oxford. Itsu – which is a Japanese prefix meaning “when” – was founded by Julian Metcalfe, who is also responsible for Pret A Manger, so you get the semantic synonymy.
I ate in a branch of Itsu near St Paul’s a couple of weeks ago, and for some perverse reason I so enjoyed the experience that I returned to see whether I had been suffering from a hallucination: the decor had seemed so pleasing, the service so light-touch and the food so deliquescent.