David Lynch - Snowman, Published by Steidl

With my thoughts on Bret Easton Ellis' alternative worlds of nihilism, Reza Negarestani's Cyclonopedian whirlpools, Oil leaks in the Gulf of Mexico and the recent lurid ( Desperate Housewives, Glee, Ugly Betty ) U.S. television imports bombarding my pickled conscious with porocryptic notions and realities that'd only be envisioned in a sans-Twin Peaks universe I thought I ought to give a quick mention to the anomalous master of rabbit holes known as David Lynch . For years I've been a wide eyed fan of his Lynchean worlds, all his films, advertising, art and photographies have been poured over with wonder and admiration, Lynchs output is great and his vision is conveyed through a multitude of medium. Im not going to even attempt to say where is the best place to start with Lynch, there are many many accomplished monographs about him and its unfair to pick a particular film and his cinematic paradigm stretches more than the length of his feature film oeuvre into his advertising forays ( most recently with Gucci ). He also produced quite engrossing works of contemporary art, its this facet of his creative output that has spawned this rather lovely publication. Snowmen is a companion collection of 20 black and white photographs from his 2007 retrospective exhibition, The Air is On Fire, at the Fondation Cartier pour l’art Contemporain in Paris. All twenty of these haunting monochrome images were taken around the suburban lawns of Lynch's hometown Boise, Idaho, they showcase a facet of Lynch's work at it most honest - suburban, eerie and otherworldly. Pure Lynch. In comparison with some of his greater works ( and perhaps even in comparison with the whole The Air is On Fire exhibition ) this small white book may seem gimmicky but after years of sitting in dark rooms staring at the weirdly wholesome and sickly sweet this book contains some of his most innately Lynchean work produced so far.

Bret Easton Ellis - Imperial Bedrooms: "They made a movie about us."

The seventh novel from Bret Easton Ellis, the author of Less Than Zero and American Psycho is expected to be released on June 15th this summer and I'm really looking forward to another realist/nihilist excursion into Ellis' Lynchean underbelly of Hollywood. Trent, Blair, Julian and Rip will, allegedly, all be featuring in the book however Clay will be at the center of the Ellisean universe. His world is a super-rich realm of privilege, fickleness, disinterested ambivalence and compassionate drought. A nihilistic cocktail of ex-writers, ex-screen writers, ex movie stars and rock stars all drifting and meandering into endless meaningless exchanges whilst engulfed in their own isolated elliptical orbits of selfishness and vanity. The late Dash Snow, or Lindsay Lohan could well be characters amidst the recurring Ellis cast where vacuousity, commodification and expendability form the thematic strata of fates geographies. I have never finished a Bret Easton Ellis novel and felt good, for although he claims to be a realist the result is always an icy nihilism. Im curious as to Imperial Bedrooms direction beacuse as Ellis' has produced works ( particularly since American Psycho ) the Juxtapositionings and Dichotomies have solidified into parallels akin to the heady worlds explored in David Lynch's Inland Empire. A third curtain is crossed but, unlike any Brechtian piece, this facet of conjuring is not an exercise within an illusion ( not a way to break an illusion/fiction ) but just a paradigmatic framework of the composition. The concoction of Ellis's work grows from a genesis whereby there is no real, and no illusion - post modern Hollywood is both illusory and real, life is fiction and in a similar vain to Capitalist Realism its just a vaguely important choice of which one to believe in or buy into. Coke or Pepsi. Increasingly this paradigm of no fiction and no reality has formed the skeleton of the work. American Psycho Glamorama, and Lunar Park all feature a characters horrific realisation of inhabiting a soul torturing world of no fiction and no reality. I'm excited to see how Ellis will orchestrate Clay et al through this emerging trend in his 'fictions'. I know that Imperial Bedrooms follows the characters from Less than Zero into middle age but I hope that he uses the more recent thematic constructions of his later novels in this pursuit rather than simply offer a linear sequel. Regardless I'm sure many fans, like myself are excited by the prospect of catching up with Clay and friends are few years on. I imagine Clay could be sat outside a cafe, underneath a fluorescent mid-day sun, disheveled and hung over and not listening whilst wearing an old blood-stained Charvet shirt, a vest and jeans, grimacing and studying Rip's flawless Dior Homme suit before noticing he cannot see his reflection in Rip's vintage Ray-Bans....

Below is the Book Blurb from Random House

"Clay, a successful screenwriter, has returned from New York to Los Angeles to help cast his new movie, and he’s soon drifting through a long-familiar circle. Blair, his former girlfriend, is married to Trent, a powerful manager who’s still a bisexual philanderer, and their Beverly Hills parties attract various levels of fame and fortune. Then there’s Clay’s childhood friend Julian, a recovering addict, and their old dealer, Rip, face-lifted beyond recognition and seemingly even more sinister than in his notorious past.

But Clay’s own demons emerge once he meets a gorgeous young actress determined to win a role in his movie. And when his life careens out of control, he’s forced to come to terms with the deepest recesses of his character—and with his proclivity for betrayal."


"They made a movie about us." Will be the opening line of the book.