Michael Moorcock has once again wielded his mighty weapon, Stealer of Time. Don’t fail to make your Halloween ineffably foul by reading his many trivial gripes and grouches in the Financial Times:
Paris in October tends to be my favourite place and time – though there are specific dangers to someone still on crutches, as I am, not least the special bike lanes. I approve of these but it can be hard trying to hop for safety at the sound of a tinkling bell as a pious two-wheeler comes zooming out of the sun. Golden leaves, picturesque as they are, can cause me a nasty skid. Even pregnant women have apparently less right to the pavement than a stern youngster on a Vélib’ .
After lighting into those darned kids, Moorcock takes out after fat ladies on trains and American provincialism.
Almost lost among the carnage are the valuable things he has to say about the art (yes, art) of Meryn Peake.
[Thanks for the lead to James Bacon, who is otherwise blameless for this post….]