The first issue of Loops magazine is out. It includes new fiction by Chris Killen, whom, after reading The Bird Room, has become my latest literary crush. His story is titled "Paul Simon Gives Chevy Chase The Finger". Here's a bit from an extract in their website:Paul Simon picks up a controller and presses a button, and the Yo La Tengo best-of CD Prisoners of Love starts playing throughout the house. Paul Simon sits on the salmon-coloured leather chair and listens to Yo La Tengo and closes his eyes as his cornflakes become soggy. Paul Simon wishes he could somehow saw himself free from the rest of his life, and go into a flotation tank and just listen to Yo La Tengo forever. He would eat using a tube and soup, maybe.My current broke-ness* prevents me from picking up a copy right now. So my game plan these days is reading the whole issue standing up at HMV. This has started (yesterday, HMV at Covent Garden). You can also find Richard Milward's "Drugby Union" in it. Richard Milward is too young to have published two books and though I enjoyed Apples a lot I think I hate Richard Milward for being too damn young. Or maybe I just hate myself for not having two books published and poor Richard Milward has done nothing to deserve my hatred. Also, I must remember I liked people from Middlesborough because Mendieta played there for about five years.
If you can buy Loops #1, do so. It's edited by Domino Records and they produce Eugene McGuinness so even if record companies are always evil at least Domino's evilness has brought Eugene McGuinness to the world. Eugene is a force of Good. In any case, the magazine is fun to read.
* my current pathetic monies situation will become worse if I get selected to do this course. I would use that year to write a novel about britpop called "Song nº2" possibly. Or chick lit fiction. Or my planned series of YA novels about steampunk and Jack the Ripper and aliens in Victorian sewers and alchemists and Fredrich Engels. One of those three. Or not.
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