Probably it’s a good thing I’ve never aspired to lead “a glittering lifestyle,” and that I actually prefer residing in downscale Bremerton to the uptown district in Seattle from which my last words in THE QUEEN IS DEAD were dispatched. Three years ago this month I had $4,000 to my name and no job. I […]

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Zeeland certainly lives a less glittering and more peripatetic life, and to an English audience his reports have an exotic gloss it would be unfair to to think Simpson could equal – not least his account of his friendship with Andrew Cunanan, the killer of Gianni Versace. Andrew DeSilva, as I knew him, was a […]

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“I’D LIKE TO DROP MY TROUSERS TO THE QUEEN/ EVERY SENSIBLE CHILD WILL KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS…” (Morrissey) THE QUEEN IS DEAD: JARHEADS, EGGHEADS, SERIAL KILLERS & BAD SEX is a collection of letters between British writer Mark Simpson and me published last year by Arcadia Books, UK. I haven’t read it. Not out of […]

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