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Whinge, whinge against the dying of the light
on 25 September 2014
Very funny, in places. Reading it is a guilty pleasure; you keep going to see who will be the next victim of his paranoid, foul-mouthed rant - some pretentious celebrity, or an innocent member of the public who has done nothing to deserve it? Anyway, no one who drops so many names, and can write of Mark Rothko that 'even his jet black pictures have hidden shades and shadow, which loom and shimmer and have vertiginous geological depths,' can afford to mock the pretensions of others. Unless he's being ironical? Either way, I shan't buy any more, even at 1p plus postage.