Sunday, 3 May 2020

Review of Class Power On Zero Hours by Angry Workers Collective

Class Power On Zero Hours by Angry Workers Collective (Angry Workers Publishing 2020).

The core of this book describes working conditions in Bakkavor’s food processing factories in West London, then moves on to describe how a Tesco distribution centre operates. The opening 100 plus pages are used to set the scene, then there is the central 180 pages, finally after a curious detour into 3D printer manufacture - and leaving aside an appendix - the last 50 pages deal with the question of revolutionary organisation. Cut into the descriptions of contemporary labour and class exploitation is much useful analysis and historical material:

The food and drink industry is the UK’s largest manufacturing sector, accounting for 17% of the total UK manufacturing turnover, contributing £28.2bn to the economy annually and employing 400,000 people. And while a lot of fruit and veg is imported, the shelf life of freshly prepared products (FPP) means that outsourcing this work overseas is not possible. All the FPP found in the chilled section of our supermarkets comes from UK factories. Page 136. 
People in Britain buy around 3.5 million ready-meals a day, which easily makes it the leading ready-meals market in Europe. Working hours are some of the longest in Europe, which perhaps explains the demand. Page 139. 
Bakkavor is one of the biggest UK food companies you’ve never heard of. You’ve probably got a Bakkavor food item in your fridge, but you wouldn’t know it because their name won’t be on the packaging. They employ around 17,000 people across various sites in the UK and source 5,000 products from around the world to supply the largest supermarkets with their own-brand products - from salads, to desserts, to ready-meals and pizzas. Pages 147/148. 
Bakkavor has an ageing workforce, the majority in the 55-64 age bracket. The next biggest age group was workers aged between 45-54, fewer again in the 35-44 age range. I think this was a huge factor in the docility of the workforce in general, even when the union was ramping up its activity. There was an aversion to risk, a palpable fear of going on strike, and a resignation that only comes with living a hard life with few victories. That isn’t to say there weren’t some older workers who were up for the fight. Page 155. 
A toxic culture of disrespect pervaded the factories… All the stress and bad vibes  understandably had a negative impact on peoples’ mental and physical health. One guy dropped down dead in the smoking area. Another guy, a night shift hygiene worker, died in his late forties. A mild-mannered Polish guy from the maintenance department had a psychotic episode and climbed onto the roof, sobbing in front of his workmates. A young office worker who everybody ignored even killed himself. Others had strokes and panic attacks and were taken away by the ambulance, which came with depressing regularity. It wasn’t just that they were old or smoked, although of course those were factors. I think it was also the type of work and toxic culture that drove people to their limits. Page 178.

The poor working conditions at Bakkavor, bad pay and struggles to improve it - alongside the unhygienic methods of food production - are described in detail. The switches from more objective analysis to an utterly subjective position and speculative assertion are sudden and frequent. Some might see this as a weakness but it is actually the book’s strength. It’s a rhetorical device designed to give those who haven’t done these jobs a feeling of insight into them and a sense of empathy with those depicted in the book. Likewise if you have been employed in the industries described you might be drawn to a conscious embrace of the book’s wider analytical perspective in part due to a sense of identification with the text’s more subjective turns. Even even those who have not worked in these industries - or on some other factory floor - will recognise the social relations depicted from shops, offices and other places of employment.

In short Class Power On Zero Hours is worth reading for its central sections about food production and distribution. The opening and closing parts of the book may resonate with some but were less than thrilling to me. I found the initial section about west London especially tedious and almost gave up when I read the following sentence on the first full page:

Nobody on the London left had even heard of Greenford, not surprising due to its status as a cultural desert, in zone four on the Central line. Page 7.

I don’t know - and don’t care - if I’d count as part of what Angry Workers configure as the London left but I’d not only heard of Greenford, until lockdown I was going through it once once a month on my way to an extended training session the martial arts club I belong to has in South Ruislip. Likewise, I have two friends - one born in the same south-west London hospital as me - who work for Ealing council (pest control and a desk job); for those who don’t know, Greenford is part of the borough of Ealing. While I passed through rather than went to Greenford and Park Royal growing up, I spent plenty of time back then in Hounslow which isn’t so far away.

Ultimately the claim that ‘nobody’ was familiar with Greenford reveals Angry Workers’ contact with the working class across much of London when its members first arrived here to have been rather limited. Other things they say point to the same conclusion. On the basis of what the collective writes it would seem that many of those they hung out with in London before moving to the city’s west were students who’d come here to take university courses and who saw themselves as on the left but were clueless about about the place they’d relocated to. The text makes it clear Angry Workers went to great efforts to connect with the working class in west London, but leaves the impression they are still disconnected from it in other parts of the city.

The assertion that Greenford has cultural desert status appears obnoxious, racist and anti-working class: clearly not positions Angry Workers would want to be associated with even if what’s quoted above might be (mis)read as linking them to views of this type. Bourgeois distaste for proletarian culture - sometimes expressed with the absurd assertion that the working class don’t have a culture and exists in a ‘cultural desert’ - can be found among parts of what Angry Workers seem to be describing as the London ‘left’. What ‘the left’ is and whether 'liberal' elements who want to transform everyone into a bourgeois subject are part of it might be seen by some as open to debate, although not by me. In odd places Class Power On Zero Hours lacks clarity in its verbal formulations but on the basis of the entire text, a generous guess would be it is the views of reactionaries who wish to demean working class immigrant communities that are being invoked in the statement about Greenford’s cultural desert status rather than the Angry Workers collective itself believing this to be the case. That said, anyone who was born in the west or south-west of London or who has spent much time there can safely skip the early parts of this book. It is uneven but there is more than enough in its main section to make it worthwhile reading if you’re consciously engaged in class struggle: or even if you're not, yet!

Finally, I really liked the solid pink inside covers of the book, so much so that I’m almost tempted to overlook the fact that this publication really cries out for an index. I’m unlikely to read the whole book twice but it would have been helpful to be able to find the parts I’m going to want to access again easily with an index.

Monday, 27 April 2020

7,500 COVID 19 PPE RING DONUTS FOR BORIS JOHNSON & NHS HEROES

My friend Boris Johnson inherited his visionary spirit from his Ottoman great-grandfather Ali Kema, a freemason with a passing interest in alchemy and the owner of the largest stock of red mercury outside of what was still lodged in the throats of ancient Egyptian mummies lying undiscovered in their tombs. Boris himself had been offered membership of the Guildhall Lodge 3116 but due to his burning desire to impress Catherine McGuinness, he hadn’t joined. If Catherine couldn’t enter this all-male lodge - despite being boss of the City of London Court of Common Council - then he wouldn’t either, even if that meant he never got to be World King AKA Lord Mayor of London.

The Lord Mayor is not to be confused with the much better known but politically insignificant Mayor of London. Freemasons were cunning like that, they installed themselves in an office few knew anything about but which had loads of power and money as well as a rigged election, while leaving millions of Londoners to democratically put their cross against a dupe with a similar title and lots of visibility but little power. This meant that their World King AKA head of the Court of Aldermen would be left alone to plot in secret. When Boris told me this he also said he hoped people would not recall that he had once been Mayor of London but never Lord Mayor.

Even Johnson’s close friend and fellow believer in the bleach cure Donald Trump had been ridiculed for confusing the Mayor of London and the Lord Mayor of London. Those colonials in New York and Washington might only have one mayor but mighty London had two! Boris confided to me he assumed most people were ignorant of the fact that he had been born in New York and wasn’t really Lord Mayor material. He hoped no one would suspect he was anything but a true blue Britisher when he called heartily for his favoured brew of Watney's Red Barrel, a beer that had been initially tested on the public at the East Sheen Lawn Tennis Club in south west London. This was close to where John Dee had his home in the sixteenth century, explorer Richard Burton had his tomb and the 1970s punk rock band Subway Sect hailed from.

To tell the truth it wasn’t just a desire to get stupid fresh with Catherine MacGuiness - and the multi-billion City’s Cash sovereign wealth fund she jointly controlled with the Lord Mayor - that led Boris to turn down ordination into the Guildhall Lodge. He was also concerned that once he was buck naked and dressed in nothing but a blindfold during his initiation, he might be subjected to some indignity he wouldn’t have stood still for if he’d been able to see what was going on. Not that there hadn’t been lots of perversion when Boris had been a member of the Bullingdon Club at Oxford.

At the Bullingdon they’d hired prostitutes to perform sex acts for them, and then there’d been the time Boris had got so drunk that… Well he’d been so drunk he wasn’t sure whether or not he’d taken a fresh corpse borrowed from the local morgue on a date to an expensive restaurant as a dare….. Returning to things that put Boris off becoming a fully paid-up freemason, there was also the issue of what had happened to both his Ottoman great-grandfather and Roberto Calvi. Although he was not related to the latter, Calvi’s death had been much closer to home. The body of God’s banker, a top Italian freemason, had been found ritually strung up under Blackfriars Bridge. This was roughly halfway between Britain’s Parliament where Boris was Prime Minister and the City of London’s Guildhall HQ - where Lodge 3116 met without so much as having to pay to hire a room. Boris had a public image of being a powerful man but he wanted the keys to power that were actually held in the Guildhall. The City of London council got to send a Remembrancer to sit in the House of Commons and tell the government what the City thought of what it was doing, The arrangement wasn’t reciprocal.

Returning to Ali Kema, he'd been assassinated during the Turkish War of Independence. Historians claimed Kema was bumped off for being a traitor to Mustafa Kemal Ataturk's cause but Johnson knew that he’d been killed so that the Turkish state could lay its hands on his great-grandfather’s stock of red mercury. Boris had been told this by the freemasons who had engineered his rise through the ranks of British politics in order to repay a debt their grandparents owed to Kema. Once Johnson’s friend Donald Trump had blown their plan to use a bleach cure to rid the world of Covid 19 - by revealing it prematurely and thus having it ridiculed by the press - it seemed like his best bet for dealing with the virus was to lay his hands on his great-grandfather’s stock of red mercury. As every alchemist knows, red mercury is a super-rare substance that will cure cancer or boils or almost any other ailment, so why not coronavirus too? The problem was getting hold of the red mercury. When Boris phoned the Turkish Embassy in London to ask for it they told him he was an Islamophobic asshole who’d betrayed his Ottoman heritage. Ingrates!

In the meantime Boris had been passed 7,500 ring donuts that a food bank in his South Ruislip constituency had been unable to distribute to the needy and which would pass their use-by date in a matter of hours. Some food processing plant in Greenford was donating what they couldn’t sell, and there’d been a huge decline in demand for donuts since a rumour had gone around that eating them while talking on your smartphone caused Covid 19. More than 40 branches of Derek’s Donuts had been set ablaze in the past two weeks and hundreds of supermarket workers whose stores sold the snack had been abused and threatened. Of course Boris had got all of his cabinet members to denounce as idiots those who claimed eating donuts caused Covid 19, and he’d brought in some top scientists too whose secret research proved the same thing. None of which stopped the anti-donut activists from promoting the conspiracy theory and denouncing his favourite delicacy as junk food for cops. When push came to shove the country needed donuts for its police force. They - Boris was never explicit when using this generic term about whether he was invoking donuts or the police or both - were vital to the UK’s infrastructure and without them the virus couldn’t be beaten! Likewise, if the boys in blue weren’t able to eat donuts in peace then Boris would never Get Brexit Done!

As he was chauffeured to number 10 Downing Street with his 7,500 ring donuts, Boris found himself getting all hot and sweaty. Something had come over him and he’d had one of those flashes of inspiration that were common to men of genius. He’d use the ring donuts to worship the goddess in her triple form - not the conventional maiden, mother and crone, but rather mouth, backside and naughty bits! Boris wasn’t too good at maths - he couldn’t even work out how many children he had - but he figured the 7,500 donuts would just about cover three out of seven external orifices for every woman he’d ever slept with. If he’d had more ring donuts he might have indulged himself with nasal sex too. Boris was going to work backwards and imagine doing gross and naughty things with all those he’d known Biblically until every last donut had been abused. Johnson had got as far as Jennifer Arcuri when Dominic Cummings burst in and caught Boris bollock naked rubbing a disintegrating ring donut up and down his manhood.

“That’s a waste of good donuts that is!” Cummings spat as he took in the remains of several dozen ruined sweet fry cakes on the floor.

“A man with your surname ought to understand what it’s like when I’ve got the horn,” Boris whinged defensively, “and besides even a glutton like me couldn’t eat 7,500 donuts with a use by date we’ll have gone past at midnight!”

“The witching hour!” Cummings boomed. “That reminds me, those scientists you’ve got advising you on the pandemic have no respect. They may know about the laws of nature but I know about the laws of spirit, and that means I outrank them all!”

“That’s well and good, but we must do something about the bad publicity my government is getting over a lack of personal protection equipment for health workers!’

“That’s why I told you not to waste the donuts!”

“What have donuts got to do with PPE?” The Prime Minister wanted to know.

“We can turn them into PPE,” Dom explained. “Let’s string lots of donuts together to make protective gowns. Two rings fastened to each other will make fantastic goggles.”

“What about face masks, can we make donut face masks?” Boris asked excitedly.

“Don’t be stupid,” Dom chided, “anyone using donuts as a face mask would start licking off the sugar coating and then chewing on the cake. Donut face masks wouldn’t last five minutes!”

The sugary smell of 7,500 ring donuts had attracted the attention of Larry the Downing Street cat who was mewling like a loon on the other side of the door. Boris let the feline into the room which was a mistake, since Larry was all over the stale fry cakes within seconds. Fortunately it was the ones Boris had used to frontage himself with that most interested the cat. These had traces of dead skin and even blood on them, since the sugar coating had caused a lot of friction when rubbed up and down the Prime Minister’s love muscle.

Boris wasn’t too hot in the fine motor skills department, in fact he probably needed testing for dyspraxia. Cummings certainly didn’t want to risk being exposed as suffering from developmental co-ordination disorder and so his entrepreneurial bent led him to combine three economic sources that were of major significance to the UK - the charity sector’s food banks for unwanted donuts, the government and immigrant labour. The Queensmead Sports Centre in South Ruislip’s Victoria Road was closed due to the pandemic, and so Cummings decided to deploy its unused gym as a base from which to make prototype versions of the ring donut PPE that would turn around the public’s false perception of a poor governmental performance with regard to the current pandemic.

Dom hired a Gujarati woman from Park Royal who’d initially come to the UK to work at the mammoth hummus production part of Bakkavor’s Cumberland site in Greenford. She was extremely nifty with a needle and regularly worked as a seamstress because it was difficult to live on the poor wages paid at local food processing plants. Before 24 hours had passed Johnson and Cummings had what they’d dreamed up the previous night, a medical gown and goggles made of ring donuts! Well, the goggles were made of ring donuts. At the suggestion of the seamstress, the gown had been fabricated from jam donuts since having holes the length and breadth of the garment would have been a health risk to NHS heroes.

Although the donut PPE had been Dom’s idea, Boris pulled rank and insisted that he be the first to try it out. Given it was made from literally hundreds of jam donuts, the gown proved to be pretty heavy but at least it was voluminous enough for a fatso like Johnson to wear. To keep Dom happy, Boris told him he was going to recommend his adviser for a Queen's Award for Enterprise on the basis of his donut recycling activities in South Ruislip. The prototype PPE turned out to be perfect in every way, except for a slight tendency for the donuts at the bottom of the gown to fall off with a soft plop as Boris spun around in his triumph at having saved the National Health Service. That said, as libertarians he and Dom both knew that ultimately private health was much more efficient than haemorrhaging corporate profits to pay for public services. So once Boris had saved the NHS and after everything got back to normal in about 3 weeks' time, he planned to abolish the NHS.

In his moment of glory for having saved the NHS, Boris decided to burst out of the gym and take a lap of honour on a Queensmead Sports Centre football pitch. After all he’d proved once again that England had won its wars - and the battle against Covid 19 was a war - on the playing fields of Eton! The fact that a fuckwit like Boris could get to be Prime Minister demonstrated that his parents had got real value for money when they’d paid for him to attend Britain’s top public school. The fees were reassuringly expensive!

Two unfortunate things happened as Boris jigged across the football pitch. Firstly his smartphone rang, it was a call from a hefty female former professional kick boxer turned gym instructor with whom the PM was enjoying an intimate relationship.

“I found snot all over my dirty underwear when I was loading it into my washing machine just now. Have you been sniffing it again?”

This baseless accusation caused Johnson to sway and he’d never been a good runner at the best of times. He tripped over this own feet and fell to the ground. Seeing red oozing all around him, Boris thought he was a goner. While the British Prime Minister was able to pull the wool over his own eyes about his life ebbing away before him, he couldn’t fool a passing swarm of wasps who knew that what Boris thought was his own blood was in fact strawberry jam that had leaked out of the squashed donuts. Recovering a slight semblance of sense at the sight of the descending wasps and wanting to save the prototype PPE, even if it was now mashed up and in fragments, Johnson tried to shoo the insects away but this only made them angry. Boris quickly discovered that the painful pricks of failure were more or less equivalent to a dozen wasp stings.

In the interests of safety the plans for recycling donuts as PPE were shelved. It was back to the drawing board for Boris and Dom…. they still needed a way to demonstrate their political genius by defeating Covid 19.

Monday, 13 April 2020

Even Masts Must Burn: Telecommunications In The Era of Covid 19

Lockdown in London is insane, the centre of the city is densely populated so there’s people everywhere taking their allowed daily exercise or shopping for essential goods. Lots are still walking around like zombies looking at their smartphones rather than at where they’re going. There are fewer cars on the roads so those still about travel much faster than normal. Cyclists and joggers are everywhere, as are the busybodies shouting at anyone they perceive to be infringing lockdown rules, taking photographs of those they berate and making malicious reports to the police. The pettiness of those acting as amateur cops and trying to enforce their own version of lockdown - which is inevitably more draconian than the already draconian new laws - is unbelievable. And while the cops are equally clueless about the limits of their new powers and appear to be mutating into cut-price versions of the The Sith from Star Wars, they too seem incapable of practising social distancing since it goes against everything they’ve been taught about protecting themselves and intimidating others.

The fact that so many are completely incapable of keeping a safe distance from strangers - and this extends well beyond the cops and amateur cops -  illustrates how alienated people are. Half the population seem to have no awareness of their own bodies or whose in the street or supermarket with them. Meanwhile, the homeless and mad are becoming ever more desperate and have either given up on begging and can be seen huddled together in encampments on Tottenham Court Road and elsewhere, or else have become much more aggressive in their quest for money to buy food and alcohol. The homeless are supposed to be in shelters but most still seem to be roaming around, presumably preferring the relatively greater freedom of the streets to being locked up under lockdown. There’s a shortage of many street drugs but the government recognise booze as an essential and so London’s off-licences (liquor stores) are open. Anyone hoping to sleep on the streets probably needs a drink or two in order to nod off, while the rest of the population are also living out the insane nightmare that is late-capitalism and dependence on alcohol is one way of dealing with it.

Covid 19 has brought out the best in many people and the worst in others. There are wonderful community mutual aid groups doing shopping for the vulnerable and delivering presents to children. Meanwhile hysterical media coverage links burning telecommunications masts and infrastructure to ridiculous conspiracy theories about 5G causing Covid 19. At least one of the fires the press was wringing its hands over recently and blaming on anti-5G activists turned out to have been due to faulty equipment and not suspicious. The papers call those who oppose 5G idiots because the equipment that was maliciously targeted is largely 3G and 4G. Since no one has yet been charged with - let alone convicted - of these acts of arson against phone masts, the fact that it isn’t 5G equipment that was torched might well imply those involved in the vandalism aren’t opposed to 5G and had other motives. The links made in the press between this arson and anti-5G activism are at best speculative.

There are many reasons for setting telecommunications infrastructure alight but even when it’s just teens doing it for kicks it doesn't follow that we shouldn't be thrilled by film and photos of the resultant fires. Baudrillard said more than 50 years ago: “Something in all (wo)men profoundly rejoices at seeing a car burn..” This rings true because cars are a symbol of possessive individualism and have wrought untold destruction on our planet. Given the negative social impact of smartphones - including but not limited to surveillance and an intensification of work - today nothing is more beautiful than a burning phone mast. Technology isn’t neutral, it shapes societies and human relations, and so the health and wellness concerns of anti-5G activists aren’t the reason I get a buzz when I see burning telecommunications infrastructure. Nonetheless media hysteria about torched masts and Covid 19 conspiracy theories mean it’s now nearly impossible to have a nuanced conversation about the joys and broader political dimensions of such vandalism, why everyone should get rid of their smartphone or what’s actually bad about 3G, 4G and 5G.

Under lockdown I like to run around the streets for an hour a day, since it’s quite a kick to see most of the shops and all the restaurants in central London closed, and knowing that even if they were open I wouldn’t be using most of them. I don’t even miss the record and book stores I did sometimes visit before Covid 19. I totally dig jogging through Soho and Covent Garden to visit the places I went as a teen 40 and more years ago and to revel in the fact that the London I knew then has entirely disappeared, just as the hyper-capitalist London of the current millennium is about to disappear. A different and better world is not only possible, it is also very necessary….




Tuesday, 20 August 2019

Lee Holmes of Clones of Bruce Lee is Stupid


A reply to the baseless accusations of Lee Holmes of Clones of Bruce Lee.


I’ve no wish to draw others into your attempt to create a spat, so I will not bother to cover all the issues raised by your brickbat on pages I do not run regardless of how obsessively you repost your rant on social media. Here no one else need be involved, unless they chose to involve themselves. So let’s go through your preposterous claims. You write:

“I must say I am pretty annoyed at the reference to me in the book. The author seems to be obsessed with trying to put down other writers who have delved into this genre in some sort of attempt to make himself out as the more superior researcher.”

Here’s most of what I have to say about you: “Within Brucesploitation and the related Chansploitation phenomena, actors who copy and clone Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan make up one strand of these subgenres, but their importance can and has been over-stated. This is evident not just from the title of the book Here Come The Kung Fu Clones by Carl Jones, but also the UK fan site Clones of Bruce Lee run by Lee Holmes. Both Jones and Holmes treat Bruce Liang as a clone. My own view is that when Liang appears as Bruce Lee in The Dragon Lives Again (1977) he is there as an actor playing the Little Dragon in the underworld after death rather than a clone; this is emphasised by dialogue in the English dub addressing head on the fact that Liang doesn’t look like Bruce Lee…. Movies such as The Black Dragon’s Revenge (1975), with a narrative that revolves around a fictional investigation into the death of Bruce Lee, belong to the Brucesploitation genre without even featuring a clone so copyists are not essential to this film category. Lee Holmes on his Clones website at one time listed Black Dragon’s Revenge supporting actor Charles Bonet as a Bruce Lee clone, but given this martial artist’s karate leanings and rejection of kung fu, this is not a claim I take at all seriously. I would further argue that those who see figures like Bonet as clones do so because they approach Brucesploitation in thrall to the misleading idea that copyists define it. Tadashi Yamashita, sometimes called Bronson Lee after a character he played, is another example of a karateka I do not accept as a Bruce Lee clone; despite Jones and Holmes – among others – mistakenly asserting he is one.”

Seeing this any intelligent reader will immediately realise that your claim that I want to pose as “the more superior researcher” is based on a basic category error.  The passage above is focused more on interpretation than research and I certainly wouldn’t damn myself with feint praise by claiming to be a superior theorist to you because you are not a theorist at all. Likewise your clumsy attempt at commentary on something you failed to fully understand might be cited as evidence that I am a superior writer to you; sadly your prose as quoted in the present paragraph is so clunky that this hardly requires pointing out. While I may be putting you down now for a ridiculously over-sensitive and stupid response to Re-Enter The Dragon, this was not what I was doing in the book when I laid out the differences between my positions on Brucesploitation as a genre and dominant discourse on it to date, of which your website simply provides an example. If you don’t want your views of Brucesploitation to be met with anything other than agreement then you’d be best advised not to air them in public, or indeed private.

You write: “…who doesn't think that Fist of Unicorn should be categorised as Bruceploitation? This not some big revelation.”

Newsflash for Lee Holmes, billions of people in the world have never heard of Fist of Unicorn or Brucesploitation, and it is therefore extremely unlikely they think a film of which they are unaware should be categorised as part of a genre they aren’t familiar with. However if you look at what I say in regard to this in context then it is also obvious that I’m not claiming this as some ‘big revelation’ but rather deploying it as part of a broader argument: “I have seen it falsely asserted in a number of places – including Wikipedia – that Brucesploitation movies attempted to exploit interest in Bruce Lee after his death. Fist of Unicorn (1973) can and should be treated as part of the genre, and it was made and released before Lee died on 20 July 1973…” In case you want to check the Wikipedia entry, although it appears you don’t bother to fact check anything very much (see below), there is an archived version of the page here: https://web.archive.org/web/20181102091239/https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bruceploitation

Incidentally if you think Fist of Unicorn is Brucesploitation then you implicitly support my argument that the genre predates the Little Dragon’s death, and Wikipedia - among others – was wrong to claim it is made up of movies shot after 20 July 1973. Note that this Wikipedia entry opens with various errors I am attempting to correct in Re-Enter The Dragon: “Bruceploitation (a portmanteau of Bruce Lee and exploitation) refers to the practice on the part of filmmakers in mainland China, Hong Kong, and Taiwan of hiring Bruce Lee look-alike actors ("Lee-alikes") to star in many imitation martial arts films in order to cash in on Lee's success after his death.” Alongside the dating error in this opening sentence, there are the misleading assertions that Brucesploitation is characterised by look-alike actors (or clones to use the term found in the title of your website) and about the geographical areas that produced such films (which, of course, also include The Philippines, Korea, Indonesia, Japan and the USA). The claim that Brucesploitation movies are ‘imitation martial arts films’ is particularly silly; in my experience most of those interested in the genre currently consider them to be actual martial arts films rather than imitation fight flicks. That said, such a slippage does serve to illustrate the damage the clone fallacy does to a proper understanding of the genre.

Wikipedia entries are highly ranked by search engines and are influential, therefore misconceptions within them and the sources they draw upon and link to – including in the instance of the one on ‘Bruceploitation’ your website - need to be challenged, which is what I’ve been doing. I would also point out that this Wikipedia entry has for some time contained a link to a review of the Carl Jones book Here Come The Kung Fu Clones that I wrote and published in 2012, and that my understanding of Brucesploitation has changed since then; although I would stand by the review’s premise that Jones in his book was confused about the Bruce Le filmography - this is reiterated in less detail in Re-Enter The Dragon.

You say: “I also don't think anyone has ever said that Bruce Lee A Dragon Story is the first Bruceploitation movie, it is the first Bruce Lee Bio-pic.”

The top two entries of the web search I just did for Bruce Lee: A Dragon Story (1974), both addressed the matter of it being the ‘first’ Brucesploitation movie. I got live links for Wikipedia and Hong Kong Movie Database but I’m providing archived ones here:

Bruce Lee: A Dragon Story… is a 1974 Bruceploitation film starring Bruce Li…. The film is notable for being the first biopic of Bruce Lee (it was released the year following his death), the debut film of notorious Lee imitator Bruce Li, and the first film in the Bruceploitation genre.
“Bruce Lee: A Dragon Story is thought to be the first entry in the extraordinary genre of what are known as "Brucesploitation" films.” https://web.archive.org/web/20120710022900/http://hkmdb.com/db/movies/reviews.mhtml?id=9646&display_set=eng

You say: “…how do you know my opinions on Bruce Leung Siu-Lung or Tadashi Yamashita and how they fit into Bruceploitation? I've never published a profile on them on my site. If you wanted my opinion on them, here is a radical idea, you could have just asked me!”

I assume it is narcissism that makes you think I’d be interested in your opinions. To clarify, I couldn’t give a flying fuck about your opinions on Bruce Liang (AKA Bruce Leung Siu-Lung), Tadashi Yamashita, or anything else for that matter. My book dealt with Brucesploitation as a genre and that meant I needed to address the discourse(s) that create and shape it, and unfortunately your website is a part of this and is publicly accessible. On your site you have a page dedicated to ‘lesser known stars of Bruceploitation’, where you mention three major clones and go on to provide a list of others who were ‘impersonating The Little Dragon’. You include both Bruce Liang (AKA Bruce Leung Siu-Lung) and Tadashi Yamashita on this list and therefore effectively treat them as clones. It would have been completely redundant to ask you about this because you’d already implicitly stated your position online. In case you’ve forgotten what’s on your own website here’s an archived version of the page: https://web.archive.org/web/20190819111923/http://clonesofbrucelee.info/enter-another-dragon/

You say: “And why would anyone classify Mission Terminate as a Bruceploitation movie? It is only included on my site due to the fact that it features Bruce Le and I cover his entire filmography.”

If you cover Bruce Le’s entire filmography why am I unable to find coverage of it all on your site? For example I can find nothing about Treasure of Bruce Lee or My Name Called Bruce. When I use the search engine on your site for these films it produces no results, see screenshots below. It’s claims like this, which I’m unable to substantiate, that lead me to suspect you may be a habitual liar. Since I’ve never been able to find coverage of ALL Bruce Le’s films on your site, your sorry justification isn’t exactly convincing. There’s nothing on the page containing the Richard Norton interview to suggest you see Mission Terminate as anything other than Brucesploitation. That page is archived here: https://web.archive.org/web/20190819112551/http://clonesofbrucelee.info/richard-norton/

Your homepage explicitly states: “This website is dedicated to Bruce Lee exploitation cinema, or ‘Bruceploitation’ as it has become to be known.” This is at the top of the page in capital letters and it is therefore reasonable for anyone visiting the site to conclude that anything on it - such as the coverage of Mission Terminate - you consider to be Brucesploitation, unless you explicitly state otherwise. BTW: your sentence construction is shockingly bad and you really ought to rewrite the dreadful ‘as it has become to be known’ since this sloppy phrasing is very visible on the page.  In case you’ve forgotten what’s on your homepage there’s an archived version of it here: https://web.archive.org/web/20190209093714/http://clonesofbrucelee.info/

You write: “I applaud anyone who goes to the effort to bring out a book on this genre that I love I just don't see why you think you had to include my name, and other writers (e.g. Carl Jones) in such a negative way to try make yourself and your book look better. As a fan and researcher of this genre for more than 30 years I wouldn't see the need to try and put down you in anything I write. My research into the genre consists of more than merely watching what i can find online or purchased from the poundshop and writing a basic plot line and sticking it in a book.”

This self-refuting passage really made me laugh. You are attempting to put me down in your brickbat, and it is something you’ve written, so why pointlessly contradict yourself within it by rhetorically stating: “I wouldn't see the need to try and put down you in anything I write…” You appear incapable of making or sustaining a coherent argument or writing a well-constructed sentence. Likewise some of the absurd errors on your part addressed here rather belie your claims to have been researching ‘this genre for more than 30 years’. It would appear that what you call ‘research’ consists mostly of spouting the first piece bullshit that enters your head and deluding yourself into thinking no one will notice you’re utterly clueless. Likewise your claim that me ‘putting you down’ will make me or my book ‘look better’ is ridiculous, since you’re a complete twit who is utterly incapable of making me or anyone else ‘look better’ by comparison. I also hope it’s clear by now I wasn’t putting you down in my book even if I am now. I’m doing that here to demonstrate the difference between civil critical engagement with your website – which is my stance towards it in Re-Enter The Dragon – and personalised refutation with humorous insults, which as I trust this reply illustrates is a style of address that I am also familiar with and that I can deploy as and when is necessary. It would be great if this eventually helped you to understand the difference between the two, although at present that seems rather unlikely.

You say: “And one final thought, I've never seen Bruceploitation spelt "Brucesploitation". I've no idea where you got that idea from.”

I discuss the variant spellings of Brucesploitation in Re-Enter The Dragon and if as you claim you’ve been researching the genre for 30 years then you really ought to have seen the spelling I use elsewhere. Either you’re lying or you haven’t done any serious research, or both. I’m going to give you one example of the Brucesploitation spelling being used here but you can find many more by doing a simple web search, assuming - of course - you’re not too simple to use a search engine: https://www.grindhousedatabase.com/index.php/Brucesploitation



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Sunday, 11 May 2014

Witches’ Brew : Brian Hamill interviews Stewart Home, August 2020

Hi Stewart – you’ve been involved in the arts world in various ways for decades now, there’s just so much that could be asked, about Neoism, about the Situationists, the Art Strike, the Necrocard hoax, the reactions of far-right Russian groups to your work, your family history, your non-fiction writing on politics, art, psychogeography, cinema, and more … but as an imprint that’s concerned primarily with literature, my intention is to focus on the fiction, and in particular your new novel She’s My Witch (although I have added some interesting links at the bottom of this piece, related to some of the aforementioned things). So …  Your new novel, She’s My Witch, focuses on the developing relationship between Martin, a fitness instructor, and Maria, someone who edits videos, uses heroin, and considers herself to be a witch. Maria is an entrancing character, mysterious and passionate. Have you known people who practise witchcraft? How did this operate within their daily lives, and how true to this reality is Maria? 


SH: Given the prevalence of witchcraft today I’d have thought you’d have to be pretty cut off from society not to know women involved with it, and maybe some men too. That said, the acquaintances most people will have who are involved with witchcraft probably won’t tell those they think will be judgemental about it, so some won’t know how widespread the practice is. It used to take a while for people to open up and tell me they were witches but especially since I made the visual piece Occult Androgyny which I showed as part of Glasgow International in 2016 and subsequently elsewhere, some women who’ve seen that work will introduce themselves to me so that they can talk about their involvement in witchcraft.


There are often tell-tale signs someone you know is a witch. They will often speak about their interest in astrology, tarot or their psychic powers. An even bigger clue would be if someone told me their new girlfriend was collecting their hair and nail clippings. In She’s My Witch, Martin doesn’t fully understand how Maria is utilising magic to control and seduce him, some of that is left to the reader to figure out. For example, Martin talks about how sweet Maria is cleaning him up with tissues after he’s come, but at least some of those familiar with magick will figure out she’s harvesting his sperm to use in spells and rituals to bind him to her, just as she might use his hair, nail clippings or blood.


My initial plan when writing the book was to keep things simple by having Maria pretty much stick to folk belief and Wicca when it came to witchcraft. In the past I’ve had good friends who were very straightforward Wiccans but most of the witches I hang out with these days are post-Wiccan. They believe the world has changed since Gerald Gardener laid out his system and so magic needs to change too. I was hanging out with post-Wiccans when I was writing the book and re-reading it recently I realised rather more of their approach to witchcraft has seeped into its pages than I intended. But I’m happy with that because it adds to Maria’s complexity.


The witches I know have the same problems as everyone else, making enough money to pay their rent, health issues, sometimes even addictions of the type Maria suffers from. What makes them stand out from other people is that they tend to be much more imaginative. Some might say that they haven’t lost touch with their childhood personalities but I take a longer historical view of the matter. If you understand a future global communist society as a return at a higher level of primitive communism encompassing both the social organisation and the modes of consciousness of human tribes before the emergence of class divisions, then witchcraft is very much a harbinger of revolutionary changes to come. From a communist perspective, shamanism was very much a reaction against and resistance to the emergence of class society.


Returning to the witches I know, they might ask me to participate in a ritual, since often more than one person is required and not just in the many forms of sex magic - although there are solo forms of that too - they practice. Unsurprisingly among witches who are open with me about their beliefs there are often spontaneous manifestations of their creed. Sometimes I’ll be walking down the street with a witch and she’ll say did you just see that ghost who went past us? Or else we’ll be in a park and the witch I’m with might see a tree and say look at how twisted that trunk is, there’s a lot of energy coming up from that tree, we have to walk clockwise around it. So we’ll walk clockwise around it, spaced so that we can’t see each other because we’re each on opposite sides of the tree. This is how the witches I know behave and to a large extent how I had Maria behave in the book. It isn’t so different from the practices of other people I know, mainly men, who call themselves psychogeographers or even surrealists. Bearing that in mind, among many other things I see She’s My Witch as correcting at least sone of the patriarchal and other ideological faults of Andre Breton’s novel Nadja.


Likewise, Martin isn’t really very far removed from witchcraft with his sports science. Exercise is very much a ritual involving a lot of repetitive moves and sports people talk about going into the zone. The zone is an altered form of consciousness not dissimilar to those you get from practicing witchcraft and it also relates to the experience of subspace in BDSM. As well as witches, I have quite a few friends who are personal trainers but I haven’t yet come across anyone who is both as long as yoga teachers are discounted. So Martin accurately reflects the life of a personal trainer, although most personal trainers I know have at least one or two regular gym classes a week alongside individual clients. I didn’t give Martin regular gym classes because I wanted pauses in the physical relationship between him and Maria in order to move more quickly and easily through the three and a half year time frame I was covering. Providing Martin with very rich clients who wanted him to go abroad with them regularly enabled me to put that in place. Some trainers I know have been taken abroad by their wealthy clients, but not to the extent Martin goes on trips with his in my novel, and this would have been more tricky if he’d had regular gym classes to teach.


Both Martin and Maria reflect the social realities of people I know who lived in London in the period I’m writing about, 2011 to 2014. I’ve had plenty of friends with drug addictions like Maria. I also have friends who work as professional dominatrixes and recently I’ve been working on cultural projects with femdom artist and suspension bondage mistress Itziar Bilbao Urrutia. We should have had an exhibition together in London called Sexus Maleficarum in April but it was delayed by the pandemic. An online version of it will appear soon via the Hackney based Darling Pearls & Co Gallery.


2 So much of Maria’s thoughts and aspirations is related to her belief in Martin being her ‘psychic twin’, and the potential for them to use sex and domination to take them towards forming a kind of hermaphrodite entity together. She constantly speaks of reincarnation and predestination, yet her drug use often impedes this life with Martin. Was this important for the novel – to ground spirituality and mysticism within contemporary reality and the flaws & limitations of ordinary people?


SH: Witches and dominatrixes - and Maria in the novel has been both - have all these fantasies projected onto them by others, most usually men, who want to believe they spend all their time either naked doing sex magic or dressed from head to toe in latex while beating their subs. If you stop and think about it, then it’s obvious that both witches and dominatrixes spend most of their time doing the same things as everyone else, sleeping, eating, cooking, cleaning, watching TV etc. There are only ordinary people in this world and the main reality we experience is the contemporary and impoverishing one of capitalism. So I wanted Maria and Martin to have lots of flaws to reflect this reality. I didn’t want anyone not already active in a coven or whatever reading the book and thinking that spirituality and mysticism are something that only supposedly ‘superior’ people engage with. If you think of witchcraft as being about altered modes of consciousness then that’s something we all need to get into in order to extract ourselves from the shit storm that is our contemporary world.


The dominatrixes I know spend far more time doing DIY than tying up up submissive men and pegging them. Likewise the witches to be found among my friends are probably as involved in community struggles against gentrification as occult rituals, and sometimes both at once. A few years ago I mentioned to a friend that I was going to hex a local ghost flat development as a stunt to get some press coverage of opposition to it. She asked if I had a coven involved and when I said no she told me that wasn’t good enough and that if I was going to hex luxury flats and other neo-liberal property developments I had to do it for real and not just as a stunt When I told this activist friend about my plan I didn’t even know she was a witch, but she got her coven to create a cone of power as we did the demo. There’s a video version of the event including some TV coverage of it here on my YouTube channel: <https://youtu.be/nYMQiBlY4eg>


3 I don’t think I’ve read another book that has utilised social media in such a straightforward (yet creative) way. Much of the novel is a dialogue taking place via Facebook messages, yet it’s clear from how this form is used that it enables certain textual effects – there is very little explaining shifts in time to the reader, very little mundane narration – it’s as if their worlds only really exist in relation to each other, the story is only happening when they are in contact. Is She’s My Witch partly an exploration of how different mediums can shape personalities and relationships? Do you think it’s naïve for writers to still ignore social media in their fiction?


SH: I’ve never really liked the bourgeois literary novel that emerged in its perfected form in the nineteenth-century and whose greatest exponents were the likes of Dickens, Austen and Hardy. Modernism broke with that tradition but then eighteenth-century and earlier literature that pre-dates the perfected bourgeois novel can also become a vehicle for moving on and away from it. So I was thinking dialectically about detouring from the bourgeois novel when I was planning She’s My Witch. You could see my new book as continuing and expanding a trajectory of epistolary novels like Pamela, Clarissa and The History of Sir Charles Grandison all by Samuel Richardson, or the equally problematic Aline et Valcour by the Maquis de Sade. Given I was writing a 21st century novel a lot of the communication was inevitably by social media. The speed of that medium does shape the relationship between Maria and Martin, and their love affair transforms them both.


I started work on the book in the summer of 2014 which is why I decided to end the narrative then. However there were a lot of interruptions and distractions, including editing the last two novels in the Semina experimental fiction series I did for Book Works. Anyway in 2016 Iphgenia Baal came to me with Merced Es Benz. It was a dream for me to edit this manuscript because it had some similarities to She’s My Witch in that there were a lot of social media and text message exchanges, in the first draft I saw these were mixed with journal entries. Merced Es Benz is also a relationship story but in this instance it’s the male who has the drug issues and the central characters are younger than mine and from much wealthier social backgrounds. Their love affair is also more dysfunctional than Martin and Maria’s.


I sent the first draft I saw back to Iphgenia saying cut the journal stuff completely or break it up more, and figure out how much of the time and date and other header info you want on the social media messages. I also had something to say about the timeline. I didn’t need to say much because Iphgenia is a great writer and a very good editor of her own work. A much improved draft came back and after that we went through a couple more with me not having to say much and Iphgenia doing all the hard graft. Being the editor on Merced Es Benz really helped clarify my ideas for She’s My Witch, which in its first draft was far too long, it was considerably more than twice the length of the published book.


Basically I did with my own book what I encouraged Iphgenia to do with hers, cut it back. My own Semina series novel Blood Rites of the Bourgeoisie was published in 2010 and also deployed  social media messaging as a narrative technique, alongside modified email spam. As an aside, HOE# 999: Decennial Appreciation and Celebratory Analysis by Jarett Kobek - which also appeared in my Semina series in 2010 - explores the online culture that immediately preceded social media. Jarett generated the text for this book by sending his own teenage textfiles - the electronic equivalent of fanzines - to an essay farm for appraisal and he then added editorial commentary of his own too. I’m not really sure why more writers don’t use social media within their fiction when its such a big part of most people’s lives now. Three of the nine books in the Semina series I commissioned and edited for Book Works - including my own - had a major online element. I’d have probably included more if any others had been submitted but out of about a thousand applications in total to my open submission calls, I don’t remember any others that dealt with the online world.


The web has transformed the world in many ways and to focus in on one example, it has revolutionised our sex lives.  It’s now possible to explore online all sorts of sexual practices that were unknown or inaccessible to many before the rise of social media. I’ve tried to illustrate that with a story I’ve just written for your The Middle Of A Sentence anthology called A Hypno Kink Princess. There wouldn’t have been the on and offline explosion of erotic hypnotism in recent years without social media and in particular video platforms and camming. Hypno kink is just one of many examples of ‘niche’ sexual interests in this area we could explore. I find Hypno kink particularly curious both because of the way it can be combined with so many different BDSM activities and because of how many sex platforms and camming sites ban it.


I’m dealing obliquely with the consent issues related to hypno kink in She’s My Witch. Although Martin certainly doesn’t realise the extent to which Maria is using both witchcraft and psychology to seduce him, I trust most readers will see past his blind spots on this because there are plenty of clues that Maria is interested in the practical application of psychology and mind control in order to improve her daily life and cement her relationship with Martin. That said, while lots of people are attracted to such techniques and books on pop psychology are often bestsellers, how effective such tricks actually are is open to debate. We’re talking about everything here from How To Win Friends And Influence People through to army psy-ops manuals like General Sir Frank Kitson’s Low Intensity Operations.


I’d like to stress that when Maria applies these psychological tricks and mind control techniques to Martin her intention is to promote love and happiness for both of them. While Maria wants to bind Martin to her so that he’ll surrender his gender, she does this out of love and wants her ‘psychic twin’ to be happy. Likewise, Martin also uses deception at times. Knowing Maria is habitually late, when they need to meet at Euston station to catch a train he tells her the departure time is earlier than it actually is, to ensure she’s there when he needs her to be there.


4 On page 111 of the novel, Maria says: “It isn’t that I hate politics, I just know that if I involved myself with the issues of the day I’d end up becoming a terrorist out of my frustration at the way the world is”, and at another point, she refers to herself as “radically apolitical”. Do you consider this as a valid position to take? Why do you think Maria feels this and is her disavowal a form of her weakness or a meaningful alternative to participation in this political system?


SH: Maria’s responses are valid from an emotional perspective and human beings are emotional as well as rational. That said, in this world everything is political so you can’t really avoid politics but abstentionism has also been a tactic of the communist left. However, Maria is advocating abstentionism as a means of survival and not as part of a communist programme aimed at human emancipation. She has an occult programme for that, which does ultimately link up with the communist programme, as Martin points out a few times in the novel. If you mentioned Amadeo Bordiga to Maria she wouldn’t know who or what you were talking about and certainly wouldn’t be familiar with, for example, the Theses of the Abstentionist Communist Faction of the Italian Socialist Party of 1920 ((it isn’t likely Martin would know these either). Likewise the terrorism Maria says she would fall into if she involved herself in politics is vanguardist and not something that would attract consideration from someone committed to the programme of the communist left. Nonetheless I don’t see this advocacy of non-participation as a weakness on Maria’s part - striking is also a form of non-participation - all things considered it is probably a better response to capitalism than the nihilistic and romantic gestural politics she very consciously understands attract her but that she’s rejected. She may not be a perfect anti-capitalist - who is? - but with her witchcraft and animal rights stands she’s a better one than she would be if she involved herself in a terrorist group.


5 I believe it’s fair to say two of the defining features of your fiction have been an intentional lack of character development (in a great interview I read from 1994, you called your characters “cardboard cut-outs”), and the prevalence of purposefully sterile and repetitive sex scenes (being adapted from and playing on pulp novels of the 1970’s). It seems to me that in She’s My Witch (and some of your other books since the turn of the century) that whereas the sex scenes have persisted, you have started to place more importance on characterisation. Martin’s detached and delusional passivity frustrated me, and Maria is so far from a ‘cut-out’… or am I reading too much into them? Has your position on this changed across your writing career?


SH: I think my writing has evolved in different ways at different times. The style I initially became known for begins with the short stories that were later anthologised alongside other stuff in the No Pity collection. These took off from British youth culture pulp fiction but with this material re-read through the prism of 20th century modernism and post-modernism, and in particular Alain Robbe-Grillet, but refracted especially through Jean Baudrillard’s post-modern theoretical writings on simulation. So whereas surrealist and nouveau roman writers incorporated elements of pulp prose into their highbrow constructions, I wanted to simulate the pulp novel by taking the type of repetition you find in the work of lowbrow genre hacks spread across many books and hundreds of thousands of words but collapse that into a single work of around sixty thousand words. This meant repeating words and phrases, particularly those associated with sex and violence - and indeed whole scenes of sex and violence - in a single book rather than across books.


My intransigent use of repetition was intended to deconstruct the pulp narratives I was plundering. I wrote five novels in the third person in this style, Pure Mania, Defiant Pose, Red London, Blow Job and Slow Death. The middle three I consider to be a conceptual trilogy about the limitations of ideological extremism, because - among other things - such extremism is relational and not rational. These are the novels in which I wanted the ciphers who populated them to be cardboard cut-outs rather than characters. It would have been funny to carry on producing pretty much the same book almost indefinitely and infinitely but I chose not to do so. Come Before Christ & Murder Love, the sixth novel I wrote - the books weren’t published in the order I wrote them - was narrated in a non-linear fashion and in the first person by a schizophrenic whom became a different character every time he had an orgasm. The occult and mind control elements of this book are reprised in some of my later novels including She’s My Witch. Although characterisation wasn’t important to Come Before Christ, neither did it feature a cardboard cut-out narrator since schizophrenia - even if it is only being simulated - produces something more complex than that.


The first book I produced in which character is important is my eleventh novel Tainted Love, which is a fictionalised version of my mother’s life in which she’s called Jilly rather than Julia. Jilly narrates it in the first person, Jilly, like Maria in She’s My Witch, is deeply immersed in mysticism, is addicted to heroin and makes money as a sex worker. Jilly - like my mother - was born in the mid-1940s in South Wales, whereas Maria is born in outside Valencia in the late-1960s. So each of these two novels is focused on a woman with a very similar trajectory but a generation apart. Thus while Jilly gets into Subud and then Hindu gurus, Maria involves herself in witchcraft. Jilly is a beatnik-cum-hippie, Maria a punk rocker. Jilly is a high-class hostess, Maria a dominatrix. Both end up in London and both are complex characters.


I’m still proud of my earlier books but they were short and comic and in the third person. I intended them to be cartoon like. Characterisation isn’t crucial to all my mostly first person novels written between the later 1990s and now, but I’m not a pulp novelist and it isn’t realistic to expect my sixteenth novel to work strictly with the same ideas as the first - especially considering there’s a gap of 31 years separating their respective publications! She’s My Witch is more or less twice as long as each of my first five novels so just that extra length on its own would force changes of emphasis and structure. 


I didn’t want Maria to be a cardboard cut out. She’s the central subject of She’s My Witch and that’s one of the reasons why Martin is more detached, to move attention away from him despite the fact he’s the narrator. Maria is charming and intelligent but her plans and schemes are continually sabotaged by her addictions. She’s a complex character with an extraordinary backstory and She’s My Witch is in some ways the tale of her brave struggle to deal with and get over the trauma of being raped by a stranger as a small child. But at the same time she is so much more than a victim of abuse.


Maria has very intentionally set out to seduce and mesmerise Martin. He never realises the lengths Maria has gone to in her efforts to bind him to her, even when at the end of the book he learns she’s printed out and preserved all their social media conversations. I wouldn’t say Martin is delusional, just deeply in love with Maria and to bust out that old cliche - and I love cliches - love is blind. Maria has more cunning than Martin, and he doesn’t quite share her deep feminine belief in the power of education and knowledge.


To conclude the issue, you’re absolutely right to think what I had to say about my earlier novels doesn’t apply to some of the more recent ones! As Gene October sang on the second Chelsea single High Rise Living back in 1977, ‘times change and we change too…”


6 I’m aware that sound is very important to you as a writer – both the sound for the reader as they absorb the words within themselves, and for your own vocal recitals of your work. Was this again a significant part of the creation of She’s My Witch? Did you vocalize sections of the book as you wrote in order to arrive at the right expression for each of the voices?


SH: Yes. I always subvocalise everything, fiction, non-fiction, it doesn’t matter, I’m obsessed with sound, so I can’\t stop myself doing it and I wouldn’t want to in any case. There are a lot of well regarded literary writers who I can’t stand because you can tell they don’t care how what they write sounds, it’s just there, flat on the page. In terms of She’s My Witch, Martin’s voice was easy, it was just my standard fairly blank male narrator but Maria was more difficult. She was a working class woman who’d learned English after arriving in London as an adult. Clearly if I was going to make her speech realistic it was going to be heavily accented and contain lots of Spanish language grammatical constructions. To me that didn’t read well so I went for good English rather than realism, with the odd Spanish word or phrase thrown in here and there.


7 I think many people who write (myself included) are subject to the ‘anxiety of influence’, and shy away from ever consciously writing in a style similar to the artists they love. It was refreshing and even exciting when I first saw you speak quite passionately about allowing sequences of writing by Ann Quin or certain song rhythms and lyrics to filter into your work. I’ve seen you cite Beckett, Trocchi, Burroughs, Robbe-Grillet as artists whose work you admire. Were there any conscious influences at play in the prose of She’s My Witch? I read recently that Beckett stopped reading Kafka’s The Castle because he was worried about it impacting upon his fiction – do you understand that impulse, or will you always embrace such influences?


SH: I’m always happy to invite other writing and writers into my texts, it makes my work richer and even more intertextual. However with She’s My Witch I wasn’t particularly drawing on other books. Of course, like many of my novels the title of She’s My Witch comes from a song, in this case Kip Tyler’s 1958 rockabilly classic of that name. But in the past I’ve done much more than just use song titles, I’ll quite happily lift whole passages and even more from other people’s works and place them in my own books. Given that collage and bricolage are such a huge element of modernist and post-modern culture, it seems like it’s been the most sensible way to approach writing for well over a hundred years. And of course it isn’t just me who does this, for example, Kathy Acker was also famous for it. My ninth novel Whips & Furs was a detourned work with a structure based on Alex Trocchi’s faked fifth volume of Frank Harris’s My Life & Loves. I plundered much of the content from Grant Allen’s Victorian detective work An African Millionaire, but cut it with Victorian porn in the form of The Lustful Turk. These earlier works were then re-written to be the true story of Jesus Christ. I thought that one was better than The Bible!


To give a very different example of absorbing influence, my fifteenth novel The 9 Lives Of Ray The Cat Jones is based on the criminal career of my mother’s cousin and told in the fictional first person by him. For me it was a vehicle to explore the true crime genre and I read hundreds of such books to get the tone right, although I wasn’t literally plundering them to use as text. Ray Jones came up to London from South Wales before World War II and was a cat burglar but his best known escapade was a successful escape from Pentonville Prison in 1958. While character is important in this book, as I’ve indicated what I also wanted to do was explore the fictional nature and ideological construction of the often ghosted criminal autobiographies that have been popular for hundreds of years, from the Elizabethan cony-catching pamphlet on down. Although I call 9 Lives a novel, it is probably a good deal less fictional than many of the supposedly non-fictional ghosted books in the genre it is deconstructing. It also stands out among my novels for being almost entirely bereft of sex scenes but then that reflects an overall trend in the genre it was mimicking.


I don’t really understand why anyone would subject themselves to anxieties about influence. When I’m training for sports I watch what other people do and incorporate it into my routines, so why not do the same with writing? For me it’s the ultimate result that matters not how this is achieved. It just seems really pointless to be hung up on not letting others give you a leg up with your writing and wanting to be ‘original’. Of course anyone genuinely original won’t be understood coz they’ll have to make up a whole new language - they wouldn’t be writing in English or Spanish or whatever language they happened to speaking growing up. There seems to be less anxiety about influence in the worlds of art and popular culture than the literary world.


8 In an interview in 2006, you said the following with reference to your novel, ‘69 Things To Do With A Dead Princess’: “Dead Princess sells because people who grew up on fifties and sixties experimental writing (a lot of whom weren’t born until the sixties and even seventies) aren’t at all well served by the publishing industry these days … There is still a lot of interest in non-narrative literary explorations, but most publishers just won’t cater for it. Therefore if you can sneak a book into print that doesn’t patronise the reader, doesn’t assume they are thick, then despite the fact that according to the those running publishing houses it is ‘uncommercial’, it is potentially an extremely commercial proposition, if it’s well done – and Dead Princess is very well done – because there is absolutely no contemporary competition.” Do you think this situation has changed at all in the fourteen years since? Is there still the same interest in non-narrative literary explorations? Are the people interested in experimental writing still not being well served? Or do you feel there are more experimental writers in that 50’s/60’s mould at work now, and more publishers open to such books?


SH: I think publishing has changed massively since Dead Princess came out. All book titles across the board - with a tiny handful of exceptions - sell less and there are far more titles being published. Alongside social media, podcasts and platforms such as Netflix, print on demand, eBooks and bootleg pdfs have changed everything. The words you quote from me come from a different era and don’t apply to today. Since I said that we’ve seen a massive revival of Ann Quin, which is great because I’ve loved her writing since I was a teen - and there are a lot more people writing in experimental ways getting published on micro-imprints today. So the interest in new modes of writing is still there but the major publishers aren’t going to cater for it. The big publishers have become more conservative and even more irrelevant. There is more interesting writing about now but it’s not going to be found in the shrinking ‘mainstream’. In terms of contemporary culture, the gatekeepers really don’t matter much any more, since virtually everything now exists beyond the gates they guard and there’s nothing but a wasteland behind them.


9 You were the Creative Writing Fellow at Strathclyde Uni the year after I had left (2006). How was that experience? As someone who has always lived in the great city of London, what was your impression of Glasgow? Did you come to know more Scottish writers and more about the literature of Glasgow when you were here?


SH: I first visited Glasgow in 1985 and was impressed to see a Ralph Rumney show at Transmissions Gallery, since this was his first one person exhibition in about 25 years, his previous one had been before I was born! At that time I was deeply interested in him and his work. Soon after I developed friendships with several members of the Transmission board of the time - especially Jayne Taylor, Carol Rhodes, Malcolm Dickson, Gordon Muir and and Billy Clarke. I did shows and events at Transmission sporadically from 1987 onwards. From the mid-eighties on I made a lot of friends in Glasgow and spent a lot of time there.


A lot of scenes in Glasgow at that time intersected and my initial contact with people in Glasgow was through the libertarian communist magazine Here & Now, and then the art magazine Variant. These scenes crossed over in things like the Glasgow Free University and the Edinburgh Review Encyclopedia group; I was more involved with the latter because it would meet in London and also had strong connections to Glasgow despite its name. In the 1990s I retained these contacts but also became close to groups like the Workshop for a Non-Linear Architecture, who had a section in Glasgow. More recently I’ve been lucky enough to work with the wonderful Queens Park Railway Club and did a solo show there called Re-Enter The Dragon for Glasgow International. Much of the research work on that show formed the basis for the non-fiction book I published with Ledatape in 2018 called Re-Enter The Dragon: Genre Theory, Brucesploitation and the Sleazy Joys of Lowbrow Cinema. As already mentioned, as part of my Glasgow International show at Queens Park I also included a morph series entitled Occult Androgyny.


I already knew a lot of Glasgow writers before I did the writer-in-residence at Strathclyde. Peter Kravitz who signed my first novel to the Edinburgh publisher Polygon in 1988 (it was published the following year) lived in Glasgow then and was possibly the first person to introduce me to the likes of Tom Leonard and James Kelman, although I only ever met them down the pub at that time. The drinker was generally one in Woodlands Road or somewhere nearby. Carol Rhodes was for a time lodging with Alasdair Gray, doing part time secretarial work for him as well as her own painting and her many activist pursuits, so I got to see him in his home environment. I did once stay with Carol but that wasn’t when she was lodging with Gray,


in the eighties I most often used to stay with artist Jayne Taylor in Charring X. I’d read her Glasgow books when I was at her flat. If I didn’t finish them she’d let me take them away and return them next time I saw her, I definitely read her copy of A Glasgow Gang Observed by James Patrick when that book was hard to find, and while it was easier to pick up I may have read Jayne’s copy of the Gorbals novel No Mean City by H. Kingsley Long and Alexander McArthur. Back then she lived right next to the Mitchell Library, so I could also pop in there and look at stuff. More recently when I’ve been in Glasgow I’ve tended to stay with the DJ Guy Veale, and he hosted me in his west end flat when I was doing the writer-in-residence at Strathclyde - but many other people have put me up in Glasgow over the years including the artist Kenny Murphy-Roud and activist Keith Millar.


Back in the day I was also friendly with some other contemporary Glasgow writers I haven’t mentioned yet because they didn’t really intersect with the scene I’ve been describing. I haven’t had so much contact with Barry Graham since he went to the US and became a Zen monk but we were close before that. We’ve exchanged the odd email since he moved back to Glasgow quite a few years ago now but I haven’t met up with him for years. His novel The Book of Man is a great Trocchi parody. I also got to know Tommy Udo very well in the 1990s, but he’d been living in London for years by then. Tommy started off as a guitarist in Glasgow band The Jolt but quit before they signed a record contract and he made his mark as a music journalist, but he did publish the novel Vatican Bloodbath.


So I was personally familiar with a lot of Glasgow writers before doing the Strathclyde residence. I did get to meet Zoë Wicomb who I’d not encountered before, she’s great. Tim Fountain was another writer I met who was working at Strathclyde when I was there although he’s English. I also met Rodge Glass who took over from me as writer-in-residence and had previously studied at Strathclyde and worked as a secretary for Alasdair Gray, but again he’s English. I was also very impressed with the head of department Jonathan Hope’s no-bullshit approach to teaching English and we had a lot of conversations about both music and literature. There were a lot of great students there too, ordinary kids struggling to pay their way through college and open to trying different approaches to writing. It was good although generally I don’t like to do long stints in institutions, I did two six month sessions with a six month break in between at Strathclyde, which is longer than any other university or art college residency I’ve done. Strathclyde and Glasgow worked very well for me.


During my time at Strathclyde more of my out of office hours were spent talking about music than writing and I had a total groove going to clubs like Divine! and Optimo. I had to restrict my visits to the Banana Leaf - the best Indian restaurant in Scotland - to once a week in order to avoid getting really fat. I’ve long thought Glasgow is the best city in the UK after London, yeah I know I’m biased, I was born in London! But Glasgow is great and I like a lot of other Scottish cities too. Dead Princess is set in Aberdeen and despite what the narrator says about Dundee in Dead Princess, I really love Dundee too. I spent a lot of time in Dundee in the 1980s working on projects with the artist Pete Horobin. I’d also often go and stay with the painter Karen Strang in Stirling back then.


10 Usually I ask what someone is working on at this point in the interview, but as you’ve only just released a novel within the last month or so, I’d imagine you’re taking a well-earned break. What does the future hold; do you have other novels in mind already that you intend to write?


SH: The next published book will be an anthology of horror stories I’ve edited that are set in a London ghost home development of luxury flats aimed at investors. Writers with pieces in it include Paul Ewen, Iphgenia Baal, Christ Petit, Tariq Goddard, Steve Findow, John King, Chloe Aridjis, Tom McCarthy, Katrina Palmer, Bridget Penney and me. It’s a new take on the haunted house story that uses it as a vehicle for social protest. This anthology is called Denizen of the Dead and will be out with Cripplegate Books in a few weeks. The idea is to make publication coincide with the completion of the apartment block the stories are set in. The developers seem to be slightly behind schedule and while a lot of the scaffolding is down, the crane is still up, so I think they’ll still be a few weeks yet.


I’ve finished another novel called Art School Daze (editor's note the title of this was subsequently changed to Art School Orgy), a BDSM extravaganza set in the London of sixty years ago just before it started really swinging - but I’m in no hurry to get it published. Art School Daze was started before She’s My Witch but finished after it, just as She’s My Witch was started before Re-Enter The Dragon but was finished after that book. I was also working on the Denizen of the Dead anthology before I’d finished writing Re-Enter The Dragon or She’s My Witch. It used to be that my books sometimes got published out of order but were written one after the other, now the chronology gets even more jumbled up!


I’ve also done a lot of research into and writing on Eurosleaze films, as well as yoga and other forms of what I call esoteric exercise. By the latter I mean things like tai chi and ki aikido and more obscure stuff including Chinese wand exercises and Frank Rudolph Young’s bodybuilding programmes. However none of this has been completely formulated into finished books yet. But in the future I’d expect to be publishing at least something related to Eurosleaze cinema and a book on esoteric exercise or perhaps more specifically yoga.


11 There are a lot of great songs and a lot of kung-fu movies mentioned in She’s My Witch. If you had to recommend a few of each to interested readers, which would they be?


I think for kung fu films it would have to be two of the Jimmy Wang-Yu vehicles I mention, Master Of The Flying Guillotine and The Man From Hong Kong. Wang-Yu was the big action star in Hong Kong before Bruce Lee. He made his name as an actor with the One-Armed Swordsman series for Shaw Brothers. Master Of The Flying Guillotine is a continuation of Wang-Yu’s one-armed fighter theme in the form of the one-armed boxer and with a kraut rock soundtrack. Man From Hong Kong was made in Australia and directed by Brian Trenchard-Smith and it also features a post-Bond George Lazenby - it doesn’t Hollywoodise the kung fu flick as much as Enter The Dragon, and I’d say it is a better. I much prefer Bruce Lee’s proper Hong Kong vehicles like Fist of Fury to Enter The Dragon!


SH: I mention a lot of Spanish horror films as well as martial arts movies and many of those are well worth checking out, especially Cannibal Man directed by Eloy de la Iglesia, Tombs of the Blind Dead directed by Amando de Ossorio, Werewolf Shadow directed by León Klimovsk, and of course the prolific Jess Franco. The latter gets mentioned a lot but mostly because Maria is watching his movies as they arrive in the post individually but randomly plucked from box sets via LoveFilm. If you’ve never watched a Franco movie try Succubus which isn’t referenced in She’s My Witch but is a lot better than the stuff from the humorously ‘random’ selection of his later films in the book.


Aside from the one it takes its title from, the key song in She’s My Witch is the southern soul classic You Got To Crawl To Me by Johnny Davis, Although Martin doesn’t like What’s This Shit Called Love by The Pagans I think that’s the punk number I’d go for from the book. For original era mod Any More Than I Do by The Attack. And because I mentioned them earlier, I Can’t Wait by Glasgow mod revival band The Jolt. And I have to have something by The Heartbreakers coz Billy Rath appears in the book, so that needs to be Born To Lose.


Also given that the entire novel is structured around the tarot and many different tarot packs are mentioned, it feels like I should recommend a deck. I’ll be really boring and recommend the Rider-Waite-Smith, the most famous occult pack, because its easy to obtain and easy to read, even if Martin after initiation into occult practices has a slightly snobby preference for the much harder to read Tarot de Marseilles and Maria is obsessed by the ultra-gothic Giger Tarot. I’ll also point out that even for those who have no supernatural beliefs, occult divination methods can still be useful as decision aids. If I’m stuck on a choice I have to make I’ll often pull out a tarot deck and use it to help me work out what’s going on in my head. Reading tarot cards is intuitive and as far as I’m concerned there are no hard and fast rules, what you think the card or cards you’ve pulled mean is what they mean, it is subjective. I’m not keen on tarot interpretation books but they can be helpful for beginners, Sometimes just pulling a single card will give you the answer you want, and of course there are many many more complex spreads. It isn’t difficult to read tarot cards, it just takes a little imagination.


Links

She’s My Witch : http://www.london-books.co.uk/books/witch.html

The Art Strike : http://www.inenart.eu/?p=13394

The Necrocard : https://www.stewarthomesociety.org/neoism/necro.htm

Legal Action in Russia : https://www.stewarthomesociety.org/interview.htm

1994 interview cited in Q5 : https://www.stewarthomesociety.org/finn.htm

2006 interview cited in Q8 : http://hodmandod5.blogspot.com/2006/02/stewart-home- interview-writing-about.html


The original posting of this interview was still up on the Common Breath site when it was reposted here: https://thecommonbreath.com/witchesbrew.html