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Okay, well two things, I guess.
SN, I'm not totally sure if The Filth did end on a high note. I still read it a lot, it's like having stitches, you ought to just leave them, but somehow, you can't.
So: what was it about ? Cause as I understand it, or interpret it anyway, the only two scenes in the whole 13 issues that actually existed outside of Greg's broken mind were the opening one, Tony, the bus, the wank mags and so on, and then ten issues later, or whenever it was, when he's lying OD-ing on his kitchen floor, " writing the suicide note that we like to call existence " These are the only aspects of this utterly fucked-up piece of work, which I nevertheless think James Joyce might have been proud of, that make any kind of ontological sense. So as he goes at the end down the stairs to the underground, having met the grunge-stoners with the monkey's paw dope, he's almost got to be dreaming, doesn't he ? Having killed himself really, but what d'you think ? |
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