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Presented in no particular order - enjoy a rummage through this haul!

PODCAST

I’ve raved about Broken Veil before - I can only describe it as post-Cyberpunk folk horror. It’s a slowly unfolding, increasingly unsettling story that feels like classic folk horror but which is set firmly in the modern digital world. Following the success of the Backrooms film there are many film producers scouring YouTube for the next contemporary horror but what they are looking for is right here.

The first series picked up an award at the 2025 British Podcast Awards and is freely available on your podcast platform of choice. The second series - which if anything, gets even better - has also been nominated for this year’s awards. It is paywalled on Patreon with subscription from £3 a month, which also gets you extra one-off stories to enjoy. If “enjoy” is the right word for such creepy mischief.

Alas the episodes no longer have the inappropriately jaunty announcement at the end of each episode - “This has been a Cheese and Pickle production!” - which originally served as a banishing ritual for the disturbing atmosphere the show created. I guess we’ll just have to remain creeped out.

INTERACTIVE DOCUMENTARY

“Interactive documentary” is a new category to me - it might be equally valid to describe Llamasoft: The Jeff Minter Story as a lovingly curated digital museum. If you had any interest in video games in the 80s and 90s you will no doubt remember the singular, ungulate-obsessed work of Jeff Minter, including Attack of the Mutant Camels, Sheep in Space and (a key one for me) Metagalactic Llamas Battle at the Edge of Time. Minter’s stuff was unapologetically nuts, and he had a taste for making you think in extra dimensions compared to standard games - making playing them deeply psychedelic, and not just because of the freaky ever-changing colours.

Llamasoft: The Jeff Minter Story gives you a timeline of his work, allowing you to browse the artwork, read the fanzines, watch mini-documentaries or play the 42 games (and light synthesisers) included here, from the ZX81’s 3D 3D to the Atari Jaguar’s Tempest 2000. There’s also an updated version of Gridrunner as a bonus. Minter happily ignored the games industry’s shift from playful amateur experimentation to big money corporate cynicism, making him fully deserving of this excellent tribute. Also, playing ZX81 games on a PS5 is a pleasingly perverse thing to do.

AUDIOBOOK

In a better world, I would now be recommending the audiobook of Gabriel Kennedy’s biography of Robert Anton Wilson, Chapel Perilous. But alas - it does not yet exist. Fortunately there is a Kickstarter campaign attempting to rectifying this, so if want to help help bring this thing into existence, click here and consider supporting. Do it for Bob!

YOUTUBE SERIES

For The Record: An Incomplete History of Music is a science-based documentary series about the history of music, presented by Charlotte Richie from Ghosts. It starts with the Big Bang and leaps randomly around - over 9 episodes and about 11 hours - up to the present day. It is pleasingly geeky, obsessive and feminist, and despite all the science and history it doesn’t lose the sense that music is a wonder. Also, Robert Smith pops up.

With over 100 interviews filmed around the world, it’s a stupidly ambitious production. It’s the sort of thing that would once have been made by the BBC but is now made independently (by the Cosmic Shambles Network) and put on YouTube for all. For lovers of the BBC there is something depressing about that, but at the same time, something inspiring.

BLU-RAY

I was lucky enough to catch a screening of David Bramwell’s The Haunted Moustache - produced by ESP-FC’s Andy Starke - at a sold-out screening at the Depot cinema in Lewes a couple of weeks ago. If this is not the sort of thing that your local cinema programmes, then the limited edition Blu-Ray is the way to go.

The Haunted Moustache is a filmed version of a one-man talk - nothing more than a storyteller and a story. It is entirely out of sync with modern film, having more in common with the work of Spalding Gray than with Netflix. In many ways it is the exact opposite of AI slop, and it captivates because you can never predict where the story is going next. It begins with David being bequeathed a mysterious moustache by an elderly relative, and only gets stranger from that point on.

The Blu-Ray comes with a soundtrack CD by Oddfellows Casino, and there’s a very limited version that comes with the book as well. More of this sort of thing!

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BOOK

Okay, I know I said that all these recommendations were in new categories of media, but you’ve always got to have a book. You can’t not have a book. And I absolutely loved Graeme Thomson’s recent work on the last four Talk Talk/Mark Hollis records, In Another World.

Given that the key people involved in this story are no longer with us or make a point of not talking, writing about Talk Talk is quite a challenge. This has pushed Thomson into focusing on the records themselves, how they were recorded, and what impulses were behind them. My take on Talk Talk differs a little from the standard critical consensus - Laughing Stock is the pinnacle for me, which I rate above Spirit of Eden, and I get more out of It’s My Life than I do the self-titled Mark Hollis album. But regardless of your take on those records - if they mean anything to you, then that relationship will be deepened by this book and that is a wonderful thing.

And on the subject of books, how productive is my wife Joanne Mallon? How to Find Mindfullness in Five Minutes a Day is her second book this year - she shows me up for the slacker that I am. As usual it’s beautifully designed - a little book stuffed full of bite-size suggestions that will help you Be Here Now. If that sounds like a good thing that you should have in your life, you can find it here.

GRAPHIC NOVEL

And if we’re having a book, we should also have a graphic novel. My Beloved Other by Angela Watson and Nick Abadzis of Laika and Doctor Who comics fame is a powerful and touching anti-racist memoir about their 30-year relationship. It’s a reminder of the one thing that those who wish to downgrade multicultures into monocultures can never account for, which is that people fall in love. Moving and timely, and highly recommended.

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But that’s enough from me - I hope there’s something in that lot which will mean something to you. Until next time!
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It’s been a lot of work putting this together, but it’s been fun and I’m pretty proud of what’s in there. What I like about it is that it is an entirely analogue object. It doesn’t exist as an ebook or audiobook, and it remains entirely invisible to the likes of Amazon or any other online catalogue. There is nothing about its cover or title that is attempting to manipulate you into buying it, not least because it isn’t for sale. It exists even though it shouldn’t. I wanted it to be a very physical thing - very different to reading text in emails or on your screen. With hindsight I probably didn’t need to choose such thick paper, but you live and learn. I’m already planning next year’s.

There’s still time to get your hands on one. I’ll send a copy to anyone who upgrades to the paid tier of this newsletter before the end of the month (I’ll message you for a mailing address after you upgrade.) That goes for anyone anywhere in the world - that this is a gift, rather than something that is for sale, makes the horror of international tariffs and customs a little more manageable.

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For everyone who already subscribes to the New Moon Letters - your copy is now in the post! Hope you enjoy it.

DOCTOR WHO (2005-2025)

So it’s official - we are now in Doctor Who’s Second Wilderness Years, and have been for over a year. There’s little doubt that the show will return, but at the moment we can only guess at how long its absence will last. Optimistically, it could be a four-year gap, returning in 2029, but it could easily not reappear until some point in the 2030s.

It is starting to look as if the programme’s natural rhythm is a run of seven Doctors on television, followed by another Doctor (Paul McGann or Billie Piper) who exists during its period in the underworld. If we squint, we can even make out a pattern to those seven television Doctors. The first has great gravitas and weight, while the second is more fun and very likeable. The third is both young and old at the same time, while the fourth is so completely the Doctor that the actor has to distance himself from the role after they leave. Then comes a more vulnerable Doctor wearing pastels in a crowded TARDIS. The sixth is too brief and overshadowed by the personality of the showrunner, while the seventh brings a bold tonal change, preparing the character for life in the underworld. Initially brought down by falling ratings and cancellation, in time the quality of this last run becomes more widely recognised. The Disney deal seemed to speedrun the last part of this cycle - it was as if we went from The Twin Dilemma to the TV movie in two years.

Quite what the state of the BBC or broadcasting in general will be when the show returns is anyone’s guess, but clearly it will need to come back grounded, accessible and baggage-free again, like An Unearthly Child and Rose. But on the level of story, it is so far away from that place at the moment! The character remains in some alternative ‘mavity’ universe, full of gods and folk magic, where the Doctor and other higher beings are self aware enough to know that they are fictional - for example when Billie Piper speaks directly to the viewing audience as soon as she appears.

All this can be made to work within the established narrative, of course, especially if the mysterious ‘Boss’ is revealed as the Master of the Land of Fiction, or maybe even the Gods of Ragnarok. But there is clearly quite a journey for this character to take before they are ready to return to the screen. Last time, the Virgin New Adventure books told control, bringing in new writers and new ideas which built to a successful TV relaunch. What will happen this time, be that in books or audio, is not clear - it’s not even clear if anyone is in charge of the character at the moment.

Let us hope that somewhere in the BBC is an awareness of the importance of the character’s life off screen as well as on, because this wilderness could be quite an adventure.

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PODCASTS AND EVENTS

I very much enjoyed the last couple of podcast interviews I did, particularly because they were quite wide ranging compared to interviews about specific books. The first was Marc Salmon’s Bardo Podcast - lots of talk about David Lynch and Robert Anton Wilson in that one, you can find it here.

Or if you’re interested in the creative life, have a listen to my conversation with Laura Markwardt on her Niche ID pod - this was fun to do, there’s lots of talk here about remaining productive and what to ignore in the creative world.

And on a different note, I’ll be interviewing Dave Green, the author of Doodles in the Dark, a book about utilising lucid dreaming for the purpose of creating drawings. This is part of a free event at Camden Art Centre in London on 4 July. I’ve got a big deadline to hit on 3 July so I may be a little deranged, but come along and see how it goes!

ELSEWHERE

I’ve always loved The Trials of Arthur, C.J. Stone’s 2003 account of the biker who believes he is King Arthur. It’s a funny but profound account of his journey from squaddie to environmental campaigner, and it’s about to be republished by the good people over at Hilaritas Press. Give it a try, you won’t regret it.

And finally, here’s another hard recommendation from me - the graphic novel Gigs, by Mark Mosedale and Si Smith. It captures the reality of eking out a living in the insecure gig economy of late-stage capitalism incredibly well, and it’s a very astute and human look at where we are now. Give it a look!

Until next time!

jhx

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…with the address you wish the book to be sent to in the email body. If you could do that from this address (i.e., the address I have for your New Moon Letter subscription) that…

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I am pleased to announce that this year’s edition is called The Bees Are On Our Side: Midsummer Annual 2026 and the cover looks like this:

This is, of course, entirely wrong on every level. The cover of a Midsummer Annual should be bright, warm, and probably blue and yellow. It should not be an overcast sky or the frankly disturbing black windmill of Rottingdean. Yet I’ve been weirdly haunted by this image ever since my friend Chris posted it on his Instagram last summer, and given the current state of the world, I felt it captured the mood of 2026 far better than a more sensible design. I’m also really enjoying the freedom to make unwise decisions which a project like this gives. I’m still debating about leaving the image clean or adding text - we shall see.

I’m pleased with the variety of articles I’ve put together. It starts with a new essay on the English radical tradition and then goes on to cover Agatha Christie’s disappearance, Banksy’s Dismaland, Lynch’s The Straight Story, Frankie Goes To Hollywood, The Secret of Monkey Island, the Cosmic Trigger play and much more. It ends with my play H.G. Wells & the Spiders From Mars.

I realise that it would be far easier and cheaper for me to just email these pieces of writing to subscribers, rather than go to the trouble of designing, printing and mailing physical books. But I like the fact that this will not exist online, and that the likes of Amazon will never know of its existence. The cover image and this mailing list platform aside, the only people involved in this are me, my wife who copy-edited, a local Sussex printer and the post office. There will be no digital versions - so no ebooks or audiobooks. It won’t be available in online or offline shops. It’ll just drop through your letterbox at midsummer, and that’s that.

For those of you with a paid subscription to the New Moon Letters - look out for an email from me around the start of June, asking for the mailing address you wish your copy to be sent to. Once you’ve replied to that, there is nothing else that you need to do and your book will arrive a few weeks later.

And for those without a paid subscription - if you do decide to upgrade your subscription, there’s still time for me to add an extra copy to the printer’s order!

Hope you enjoy it!

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EXTERMINATE/REGENERATE EVENTS

I’ve got a few events coming up in May where I’ll be talking about my Doctor Who book, now that it has materialised in paperback.

The first is the Tunbridge Wells Literary Festival on 4 May, Bank Holiday Monday. Beatle-people should note that I will be interviewed by Chris Shaw of of the much missed podcast I Am The Eggpod. Even better, Chris is finally launching his new podcast on Sunday, Eggpod Express, in which he and his guests delve into copies of the 1960s music press - look out for that!

Next Thursday, 6 May, I’ll be at the Books on the Rise book shop in Richmond Hill, London, and on 23 May I’ll be at the Chesham Fringe, where me and Robin Ince will be in conversation with Sean Hannam, which promises to be a lot of fun. These will be my last public events for a good long while, so if you can make them, please come along.

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ELSEWHERE

I’m a big fan of the novels of David Keenan and his latest, Boyhood, is no exception. A very male exploration of memory and loss, it’s a great place to start if you are new to his work. I’d particularly recommend the audiobook, which he reads himself. Keenan often talks about his writing as if it was something he encounters rather than creates, and this reading is at times so startled and reverential that it is as if it is being revealed to him in real time. An extraordinary listen.

Meanwhile the cursed art-goth Shardcore aka Drass has released On The Hill, a reassuringly unsettling album about telepathy, technology and aliens. The Quietus review by Chris Thorpe-Tracey describes it well. It’s a bracing listen and you should definitely give it a go.

And finally - The KLF Recreation Society have been performing chilled sets in village halls, and it naturally pleases me greatly that in July they will be performing on Watling Street. More details here.

That’s all from me. See you next time - if the Six O’Clock Picker doesn’t get you first.

jhx

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It arrives as the series is in a much more uncertain place than when the book was written. I originally pitched it in the early days of the Disney deal, when there was hope that Doctor Who would become a global brand. Alas, the series has proved to be much too weird and British for that, and as a result the book is still only available in the UK. And yet, unexpectedly but pleasingly, the book is now being translated into… Chinese! I had no idea that there was a Chinese Who scene, I would love to know more about that.

A new paperback edition gives me a chance to fix errors or make changes. This meant that I spent ages agonising about whether I should change Ncuti Gatwa’s dates from “2024 - ?” to “2024-2025”, given what has happened after the hardback came out. In the end I left the question mark, due to an unshakeable hunch, based on nothing factual, that we would see him again at Christmas. And if I’m wrong, at least a question mark is pleasingly on-brand.

If you are after a signed copy of the paperback, you can now pre-order one from Resident Records - who ship worldwide. You can order those here.

I hope you all managed to catch the Doctor on their recent club tour of the UK fronting an indie rock band - it was truly excellent. Judging by the length of their hair, I think this was between series 8 and 9, from their perspective.

Before the paperback arrives, I still have a couple more Lynchian events to do. I’ll be at Laugharne in South Wales on Saturday - that’s sold out - and at the Heath Bookshop Literature and Music Festival in Birmingham on 18 April. Tickets for that are here.

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FILM CLUBS AND FESTIVALS

The guest curator of this year’s Bridport ‘From Page to Screen’ Film Festival is Chris Chibnall - and I’ll be interviewing him about his film choices on 22 April. Tickets and more details can be found here. There’s a lot of good stuff in the festival, including screenings of Airplane and 2001, but the highlight is surely the gala night screening of Casino Royale with long-term Bond writers Neal Purvis and Robert Wade plus composer David Arnold.

The East Sussex Psychedelic Film Club (ESP-FC) has gone into reverse hibernation and shut up shop for the summer, but other strange film clubs are emerging. The Sheffield Psyko Dalek Film Club opens a week on Sunday with a screening of Betrand Mandico’s excellent After Blue. Details and tickets here.

There’s some very committed aesthetic choices in that poster, I suspect those nights could be quite something. Enjoy!

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ELSEWHERE

Great news for Blakeans - James Murray White’s film Finding Blake, about finding and marking Blake’s grave, is now up on YouTube. More details about that are here.

Here’s a couple of very special things coming from a similar DIY analogue attitude - we’ll see more of this, I think, as people increasingly want more than what the digital world offers. On the left, Ben Wheatley’s microbudget reality-shattering sci-fi film Bulk is now available on Blu Ray and 4K. For all that it sold out the BFI IMAX, it’s still more like a punk fanzine than it is a Hollywood movie. Unexpect the Expected!

And on the right, the overdue but very welcome 2025 edition of the Mycelium Parish News has arrived. This is a catalogue of that year’s books, podcasts, fanzines, mailing lists, events etc, that come from alternative or Discordian- adjacent creators. There’s a micro-essay from me in there also. Vital communal stuff for all left cold by tech-bro culture. You can find it here.

Until next time!
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It’s always a joy to do events with Robin - a cardigan-loving book nerd he may be, but he’s also the most punk man I know. He’s always interested, as well as interesting. His decision to walk away from the Infinite Monkey Cage series has been hard for him but it doesn’t seem to have slowed him down - if you see him gigging near you make a point of going to see whatever chaos he is creating, it is always unpredictable but mind-expanding.

I’ve got a few more Lynchian events coming up - including the Halifax Goth Festival on 14 February (this festival runs over Friday 13th and Valentine’s Day, it could not be more Goth), Faversham on 21 February and Kings Heath in Brum on 18 April. You can find links to all these here.

I’ve also been talking about Lynch on Josh Bernhard’s Highly Irregular podcast, you can find that here.

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NEW MOON LETTERS

I’m delighted by the response to the first of my New Moon Letters. The next one may be about American soft power, or possibly about Douglas Adams, or it may well end up being something entirely different - we’ll find out when the new moon rolls around, I guess.

The next New Moon Letters are for those who have a paid subscription, which also gets you a physical book, the 2026 Midsummer Annual, in the post - it’s all explained here. Note that if you do fancy being part of this, avoid upgrading your subscription using the iPhone Substack app, as Apple whack up the price by 30%. Doing it online, or on an Android phone, avoids this.

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These are busy, overwhelming days and it’s very easy to miss a lot of the good stuff that is going on at the moment. If you’ve got any spare attention, there’s much that deserves it. Here are some examples:

If you haven’t seen Andrew O’Neill’s joyful History of Heavy Metal stand-up show, the full performance - complete with a live band - is now up on YouTube. It will get you in the mood for their new History of Punk show, which is playing at the 100 Club in London on 19 February - tickets are here.

Also in London, the Byline Times will be running some interesting looking discussion events at the Cockpit Theatre, under the title The Lure Of… These look at different aspects of modern life and the first, about the loneliness epidemic, is tomorrow, 2 Feb. More details and tickets are here.

In Bristol, a season of films and events from Andrew Kötting - with some help from his daughter Eden - has opened at the Watershed, and runs until 12 April. There’s lots of interesting stuff lined up - including a rare chance to see his film By Our Selves about the journey home of the poet John Clare, featuring Toby Jones, Ian Sinclair, Alan Moore, and Kötting himself as a giant straw bear.

I’ve talked a bit about Alistair Fruish’s extraordinary monosyllabic single sentence science fiction novel The Sentence before. This was always at its most trance-inducing when read aloud - and the full audio version is now up on Alistair’s website. Heartily recommended for anyone who wants to experience time being swallowed.

If you’ve not yet come across Los Highway, John Riordan’s graphic biography of William Blake, have a look at his Substack here. This now also includes examples of his William Blake, Taxi Driver comic strip that used to run in the London Time Out in the early 2000s - it’s well worth signing up for.

This Slow AI manifesto is well worth a read - an informed look at the state of AI art by Eric Drass, an artist who has worked with AI for the best part of a couple of decades, and what he makes of the fact that everyone now hates it. For context and contrast, it appeared on the same day as this sobering report about the impact of AI on the creative industries, produced by (among others) my trade union the Society of Authors.

In these stressful times, the new book by my wife Joanne Mallon might be just what you need - How To De-stress In Five Minutes A Day. Invaluable stuff, and beautifully designed, take a look.

Until next time,

jhx

(Note: This is the first of a series of essays called the New Moon Letters. Together with a physical book in the post, they make up the paid tier of my Substack - this post explains it all here. Regular subscribers still get the octannual updates and I’ll make the occasional one of these free to all when it seems appropriate. As this is the first, this is free for all.)

(this is the audio version of this letter - theme by &breathe)

18 January 2026

Dear reader,

One of the things I am asked about most often at book events is the nature of counterculture and, specifically, what has happened to it. This is a big question that I often don’t have time to answer properly – hence this letter.

Typically, the assumptions behind the question go something like this: There used to be a thing called “the counterculture”. It was cooler, vital, and more imaginative than mainstream culture. If something like that was happening now, I (a cool person) would be aware of it, understand it and approve of it. However, I cannot see anything like that in the culture surrounding me. Does it still exist, or is it hidden from me? You can hear these same assumptions in Stewart Lee’s recent BBC Sounds series What Happened to Counter-Culture? – which is well worth a listen as it includes some terrific interviews.

The definition of a counterculture is in its name – it is something counter to the prevailing values, beliefs and ideas expressed in mainstream culture. The war in Vietnam gave us a peacenik counterculture, for example, just as the reaction against the hyper-individualism of the 1980s was the collectivist rave scene. Countercultures occur throughout history – in Ken Goffman’s book Counter Culture Through The Ages, his subjects range from Taoists and Sufis to troubadours to acid house. This point is worth stressing because people in the mid-to-late twentieth century talked about “the counterculture” rather than “a counterculture.” The name was in keeping with the individual-first thinking of that period, but it misleads us into thinking that this is the platonic form of counterculture, and that counterculture should always resemble what it was back then. But different cultures generate different countercultures, so today’s counterculture will not resemble that of fifty years ago.

All those countercultures throughout history were essentially a search for a better way to do things, even if the results of these searches weren’t always as positive as their intentions. They can be thought of as a research and development department for the mainstream. Much of what they created would be flawed, unpopular and impractical, but out of all that energy and experimentation came the occasional shining gem. When countercultures come up with an idea that has value, the mainstream happily appropriates it. This is why we have an aisle of vegetarian and vegan food in Asda, music festivals out in the fields all summer and yoga studios in most towns – all this appears unremarkable now, but it would have blown the minds of early 1960s counterculture activists.

From this perspective, the presence of a counterculture is good and healthy, because its contributions prevent cultural stagnation and decay. That counterculture seemed to disappear in the early twenty-first century, then, was troubling. A counterculture, by its very definition, requires a definitive culture to counter - and in those years there didn’t really seem to be one. The internet dissipated cultural energies and prevented new movements from growing to a point of critical mass. It was a time of atomisation, where people could become tourists in an uncountable number of subcultures. These can be wonderful things for community and self-expression, but subcultures do not challenge the mainstream in the way that counterculture does. They can also push us into defining our identities in very tribal terms.

Yet despite how that period differed from the decades before, there were still values and ideas that underpinned it. They were typically liberal and enlightenment values, which took for granted the importance of human life, democracy and the rule the law. That complex multicultural mix was underpinned with the assumption that we should be accepting of difference and try not to be too much of a dick to others – these were, very roughly, the Obama years. For people who did want to be a dick, however, and who wanted to be openly racist and abusive to others, this was a very difficult period. And naturally, a counterculture developed, which we can in broad strokes define as the movement known as the alt.right. Not all countercultures, it is worth stressing, are positive.

Many people feel that this movement is undeserving of the name counterculture because it failed to create art of any value. Its defining visual achievement is either the Cybertruck or Bored Apes NFTs, a situation which future historians will find incredibly funny. This creative impotence helps explain the extent to which this movement has embraced generative AI, seemingly oblivious to its hollow nature. Yet culture does not stay still for long, and these might-is-right monoculture-fetishists are a counterculture no more. With the help of some very rich people, that movement has gone from the margins to the pinnacles of power. It is now a tool for making the very rich even richer.

But I think that now there is a mainstream culture again. It’s the culture of the algorithm. This is a culture of metrics and optimisation, flattening out the atomised early internet into generic slop for all. Those who work in corporations and education will have long recognised the damaging impact of focusing on metrics above everything, but now this metric worship extends to all of culture – it decides what stories get told, what music gets heard and whose voice gets amplified, to a far greater extent than before. We have this culture forced upon us because, for a small group of people, it is unbelievably profitable.

And if it is true that our culture is basically the algorithm, then it logically follows that the resulting counterculture must be, by definition, not that. The algorithm’s goal is to maximise the amount of your attention it can devour, so the counterculture denies its right to do this. It knows that there are far better places where your attention can be. Your attention is, essentially, your experience of your life. It’s the most precious thing you have. The quality of your life is directly related to the extent that you focus that attention on your relationships, your vocation, your health and your happiness. To have great chunks of your precious remaining years lost to optimised addictive doomscrolling algorithms is a terrible thing.

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The digital world was a counterculture once, of course, and it was one I had a lot of affection for. The early network as celebrated by magazines like Mondo 2000 in the 1990s was a direct challenge to the mainstream, promising to bypass gatekeepers and re-route information around the world in a way that was liberating and entirely new. Those values aren’t the driving forces of the digital world now, however. AIs and LLMs soak up all the existing human culture they can find, sift and weigh the connections between it, then guess what part of it is most likely to please users. It can never create something entirely new so it is, by definition, the opposite of a counterculture.

A counterculture is never a mainstream belief, and most people still accept and unquestioningly support this algorithmic mainstream culture. When Gen Alpha school children say that their dream job is to become a YouTuber or a TikTokker, they are accepting and reinforcing the values that these platforms are based on. A lifetime of engagement farming and data-driven growth hacks is seen as a fair price to pay for the attention such careers offer. Many think that a life spent as a TikTok influencer or a crypto-trader, where the importance of anything is the number attached, is as good as life gets. This is not true.

Today’s counterculture, in contrast, has no interest in the online world’s controlling metrics. This comes at a cost – or at least, what appears to be a cost if you accept the mainstream worldview. It means that this counterculture is intentionally invisible to the online world. The fact that you can’t see it in your online bubble is a feature, not a bug. It takes place in the real world, with people getting together and having the sort of experiences you don’t get online. It takes place in pubs and halls and fields, and involves community and relationships. The subjective experiences at the heart of it can’t be measured. Their value is judged not by metrics, but by how they make you feel.

Part of this is the recognition that real-world experiences matter in a way that online ones don’t. You can hear your favourite singer or band perform your favourite song at any time, at the touch of a button. This will be a technically perfect performance, spliced together out of many takes, smoothed over with autotune. Still, we are drawn to rougher performances, filmed at gigs on phone cameras and uploaded to YouTube. Even better would be being there in person, watching the live performance in a crowd, even when the artist is just a tiny dot in the distance. The prices of such experiences have become astronomical, but still the tickets sell, such is their appeal. To top that would take being in a small room next to your hero as they sang that song to you. Such an experience would be priceless, something you would never forget. What this tells us is that the distance between the creation of art and the experience of that work is important. The more layers there are between the thing and the experience of it – the more mediated it is – the less vital it is. This means that the attention-seeking algorithms of the online world can only offer a poor shadow of the things we love.

In my own small way, I help run something that can be seen as a countercultural event – the East Sussex Psychedelic Film Club, or ESP-FC. Once upon a time, it was the type of films that we screened which would have earned us the description of ‘countercultural’. Now, it is more what we don’t do that justifies that term. The event always sells out and mainstream thinking would advise us to move to a bigger venue, up the prices, and increase the frequency of events to ‘grow the brand’ and make more money – the ultimate metric of success. We don’t do this. Instead, our efforts go into the set and setting – the lighting, the music, the random nature of the merch table, the fanzine style programme, the special guests, the odd little gift on every seat. The seventeenth century chapel that we screen the films in is as much a part of the appeal as the people who come along. The bar area is intentionally as big as the hall, and the intervals are as important as the films. It’s not crowded, but there are enough interesting people around for you to naturally fall into conversations. It’s all geared to making the nights better, not bigger. If nothing else, it’s a bunch of people taking a night off from their phones, but I like to think it is more than that. Yet what’s great about those nights can never be found online. The only way to know what they are like is to go to one.

When I describe anti-algorithmic attitudes as countercultural, I’m not arguing for an anti-tech, back-to-the-earth movement that lives doggedly offline. The demands of earning a living make engaging with the digital world a necessity for all but the most privileged. LLMs aren’t going to be uninvented, and careers such as coding and further education will be forever changed by them. Various platforms are useful for connecting, spreading the word, selling tickets and so forth, and offline media is still not sufficient for keeping you informed about what is going on. This is disappointing for those who desire counterculture to be a badge of personal identity and a refuge from mainstream culture – somewhere you can put yourself and live a separate life. I have not seen evidence that such a ‘black and white, all or nothing’ counterculture exists at the moment, but of course, that invisibility may be the whole point. Instead, what I see is more of a matter of degree. We may still be stuck online, but there is a difference in the extent we give it our attention. The aim is to give it less and less. We do this because we recognise how limited, toxic and delusional the digital world has become.

There’s a commonly held belief that the online world reflects the real world. It may be a slightly distorted dark reflection, but it is still a representation of something real. The countercultural view, however, sees that this connection has long been broken, even before you factor in the AI deepfakes and disinformation bot networks that render social media unusable. The online world has become its own creation, free from any links to reality or what physically happens in the world. It wasn’t that long ago that if you heard someone described as being “very online”, you’d think that they were well informed and knew what was going on. That’s really isn’t how people interpret that phrase any more.

Online algorithms optimise for extremes because this increases engagement metrics - regardless of the fact that it also moves us further and further away from reality. One way to picture this process is to imagine algorithm-based social networks reacting to the existence of a giant pie. It would not be long before all it talked about were the extreme edges – which, in this example, are the crust. The meat of the pie would be forgotten, invisible to anyone online. And this matters, because the meat is kind of the point of the pie. If you don’t know about the meat, you don’t really know the pie well enough to say anything useful about it at all. It’s like Elon Musk’s delusional view of London, informed as it is by extreme edge case examples and not by walking around London. The online world has become so disconnected from reality that the extent to which politicians and journalists still live in it is incredibly troubling.

The first step into modern countercultural thinking, then, is that eye-opening moment when you see clearly that the online world is total bollocks. Obviously, most people suspect this, and joke about it, but they do so under the belief that there is no alternative – that no counter is possible to that culture. Yet when you truly see just how delusional, small and pitiable that world is, you can’t unsee it. It is such bollocks that there has to be an alternative, somewhere, because whatever this world is – it’s not that.

It is probably easier for someone of my vintage to dismiss this world of algorithms and metrics. Those of us in Generation X still remember the analogue world when we encountered books, records and films without any numbers next to them. Back then, numbers did not factor into how we judged things. All that mattered was how that piece of culture made us feel, or what it made us think. It was entirely normal for something to mean the world to you and your group of friends, but for you to never see it referenced in the mainstream media. To a generation that has grown up with numbers prejudging the worth of everything, in contrast, listening to those numbers will be a hard habit to break. I sometimes wonder how different the world would have been if Twitter had launched without the numbers of likes and retweets visible to everyone, so there was no system to game and all you could do was use the platform to communicate.

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If you are lucky, there will be people around you who share these views, who meet up and put on gatherings that you can attend. I can guarantee they will be glad to have you in the room and will reward the gift of your attention far more than ChatGPT ever can. If you are less lucky, then it might fall on you to start something yourself. A counterculture is not something laid out for you to consume, after all, it is something that you have to create.

You won’t know in advance what ideas emerge from the collision of people you gather together, or what value they will have. The likeliness is that the result of your efforts will be more of a subculture, precious to you but not the wider world. That would still be worthwhile, of course. Every bit of your attention that the algorithm doesn’t control is a good result for you. Every experience you have that you judge positive because of how it makes you feel, rather than what the numbers say, is evidence of a life well lived.

But somewhere, some gathering might come up with a shining gem of an idea, a perspective or thought strong and undeniable enough to threaten the spell of the algorithmic metric culture in the wider world, and give hope that the economic structures that stop us from flourishing will not always be seen as inevitable.

Such an idea would work like a poison pill. AIs appropriate all the culture they can find. They have absorbed all the countercultures of the past, and claimed them as their own. They are hungry for more. Unable to come up with something new themselves, they are desperate for all those things they cannot see, the gatherings that occur in their blind spot. They want the ideas that those in the shadows come up with. If we could imagine a poison pill, it would swallow it without a second thought. And that notion, surely, is something worth leaving the house for.

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Happy new year! And congratulations on making it into the second quarter of the twenty-first century. While we’re waiting for the next new moon to roll around and for the New Moon Letters to begin, I wanted to use this date as an excuse to thank you for directly supporting my writing.

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This has been quite a year for me. I’ve published two books and written the bulk of the next one (although that won’t be out for bloody ages). I’ve done over 30 public events, including dream gigs at places like Glastonbury Festival, Yale(!) and the Soho Curzon. Thanks to everyone who’s bought a book, listened to the audio or come to an event - without you, none of this would happen.

There won’t be as many events next year but they will be pretty special. To start things off, I’ll be marking the first anniversary of David Lynch’s death on January 16 by talking about him with Robin Ince at the BFI Library - tickets for this are available now, it would be great if you can make it.

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THE FUTURE OF THIS NEWSLETTER

This is the 64th edition of the Octannual Manual. Given that it appears eight times a year, this means that it’s now been going for eight years - longer than the entire Beatles recording career! This also brings us neatly up to the end of the first quarter of the twenty-first century, so all-in-all it’s a good time to reflect and to rejig things ready to face the next quarter century.

The plan is to do things differently next year. From today, a new paid subscription tier has opened up - but it is something a little different to your usual paid Substacks.

Don’t worry, things won’t change drastically for free subscribers. You will all still receive octannual news updates as before. But there will also be - for those who want them - longer essays called the New Moon Letters. And best of all, there will also a yearly collection of miscellany, the Midsummer Annual, mailed to paying subscribers as a physical book every year, at no extra cost.

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I’ll explain my thinking behind all this. This Venn diagram is a good place to start. This is the world that writers of books have to navigate:

The books I write are attempts to hit the golden middle section here - things that I want to write, you want to read, and which don’t confuse the publishing industry too greatly. But this does leave a larger chunk of good stuff unwritten - the type of thing that is a bit out there for some, but which for others is the real gold.

The original purpose of this newsletter was to update the people who enjoy my books on what I’ve got coming up. I often included mini-essays along with general news in past newsletters, but I tried to keep them short as possible in order to not annoy those who were just after an update. And many of the things I was writing about really needed more space.

So from January I will also start writing the New Moon Letters - new essays on all sorts of topics that will arrive every new moon. The New Moon Letters will be longer essays than have appeared in past Octannual Manuals, but still manageable in email form. Now, I realise that it is usually the full moon - all bright and powerful - that gets the attention. But I have a soft spot for the new moon, when there is nothing in the sky but absence and a sense of potential, out of which all that follows grows, so that is what these essays will mark.

In the years since I started the Octannual Manual, email newsletters have gone from being a boring, old-school form of communication to one of the few areas of the internet immune to AI and algorithmic manipulation. Paid newsletters have become a real boon to writers and readers, as they can fund the writing of less mainstream work, yet I have long held off going down this route. Something about their basic model has seemed off to me. They can push your favourite writers and thinkers into endlessly spamming you with any vague thoughts they have, as they desperately try to provide value for money. The quality-to-quantity ratio, in other words, can be a little off. I’m sure we’ve all received the “here’s what I’ve been watching on telly” email in some form or other.

As well as this, I’ve also got a huge amount of writing from the past fifteen years or so filling up my hard drive - essays, book forewords, interviews and miscellaneous oddities. Much of this is rare, unseen or otherwise lost somewhere among the four corners of the Internet, and a lot of it is worth returning to. It would be easy to put all this out on a paid Substack tier, but in my heart of hearts I just feel these things work better in printed books.

So every midsummer I will also put out a physical annual collection of new and old writing. Paid subscribers will receive an email in early June requesting an up-to-date mailing address, and a signed book will arrive in the post a few weeks later, at no extra cost. This is for subscribers anywhere in the world (but only if their country’s tariff regime at the time of posting makes it financially plausible, I’m sure you understand.)

Again, I realise that midwinter is the traditional time for publishing annuals, but I am drawn to celebrating midsummer, for reasons I will probably write about in a future New Moon Letter. I’ll speak more about what the contents of the first one will be nearer the time. I’ve no idea what its cover will be yet, so consider this mock-up for illustrative purposes only (although I am fond of it…)

These Midsummer Annuals will build into a nice little collection over the coming years, and they will be quite rare, as the print run will be only a little more than the number of paid subscribers. Who knows, maybe they will worth a few quid on eBay one day? I’m aiming for each one to be around 150 pages or 50,000 words, based on my prejudice that collections of writers’ miscellany are great, but only for the first 150 pages.

So - to recap: For free subscribers, things won’t be that different. They will still get octannual updates. These will have less mini-essays than before, but the occasional New Moon Letter will be free to all when it seems appropriate, so it should all balance out.

But those who upgrade to a paid subscription will get the usual octannual updates, plus the New Moon Letters, and also a signed copy of that year’s Midsummer Annual in the post each summer. The cost is £6 per month or £60 per year. You can upgrade now, if that appeals.

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I wish you a Merry Christmas, and the jolliest of new years! See you next time when we’ll be rested and ready - or we’d better be, for the second quarter of the twenty-first century is about to kick off…

jhx

I’m also delighted to announce that my last event of the year is going to be pretty special. It’s a screening of Eraserhead at the Soho Curzon in London on 6 December - I’ll be talking about Lynch and the film for 20mins before the screening, and signing books afterwards. It would be brilliant if you could make it.

I’ll also be talking with Tom Huddleston - author of David Lynch: His Work, His World - at the Stoke Newington Bookshop on 18 November. Away from Lynch, I’ll be talking to Robin Ince about Doctor Who in Whitechapel on Doctor Who Day, 23 November - that’s a free event, but please reserve a spot beforehand.

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Oh - and one more thing - those who have spent too much time on the internet this past decade will be familiar with Chris Barker’s annual Sgt. Pepper tribute to the cultural figures who died each year. This began in the cursed year of 2016 and has continued ever since.

2025 will be the final year Chris does this. To mark this milestone a book of all these images - and their ‘who’s who’ keys - is being produced. It includes a foreword by David Quantick, and I’ve written the entry for 2019. The project is currently 75% funded on Kickstarter so if you want to help give it that final push over the line, you can find it here.

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That’s all from me for now - I hope you enjoy Lynchian!

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To celebrate, I’ll be doing a few David Lynch talks. The first will be in Whitby on 6 November, where I’ll be talking to David Barnett. Then I’ll be talking to Tom Huddleston - author of David Lynch: His Work, His World - at Stoke Newington Bookshop on 18 November. There will be news of more Lynch events soon.

Away from Lynch, I’ll be talking with Robin Ince about Doctor Who at the Write Idea festival in Tower Hamlets on Doctor Who Day, 23 November. That’s a free event, but you need to reserve a ticket.

Then on 25 November, I’ll be talking about William Blake with the artist Ben Edge in the beautiful Fitzrovia Chapel, where Ben is holding his new exhibition and revealing his giant Children of Albion altarpiece. For ticket links and more on his exhibition, see his website.

If you can make any of these events, it will be great to see you.

I hope you enjoy the new book!

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BLATHER

There’s been a lot of welcome attention on AI psychosis lately - the ‘insidious risks’ to a person’s sanity that come from talking to chatbots. The sycophantic approving attention that LLMs bestow on us feels safer than the messy unpredictability of speaking to humans, which can lead to an addictive cycle of increasing isolation and divorce from reality. LLMs are a bit like drugs – most people who experiment with them will be fine. But not everyone will.

AI companies are now trying to understand the extent of this harm. According to OpenAI, the amount of users who show signs of mania or psychosis is in the hundreds of thousands. But there is one curious side effect of all this. AI sycophancy gives normal people an insight into what it is like to be a billionaire.

Immense wealth is isolating in a similar way to LLMs. It leaves you surrounded by people who agree with you, regardless of what you say. This reinforces your sense of self worth, which can be deeply appealing, but it also comes with an underlying insecurity. Deep down, the rich must be aware that the people around them are there for the money, not because of their innate worth as a person. If the money vanished, so would most of the people in their lives.

Great wealth means that tech oligarchs can have everything they want - except for people they can relate to as equals. They have no-one who will tell them when they are being an idiot, for fear that this will hurt their position and income. And as a result, billionaires become increasingly deluded and insane as the years pass and their wealth grows. I’m sure we can all think of examples.

Robert Anton Wilson used to talk about how true communication can only happen between equals - a problem most apparent in hierarchical organisations. When a worker on the ground floor has to report to their superior – and when their livelihood depends on that boss’s approval – they naturally sugar-coat their description of the situation. When that boss then reports to their boss, they will also try to tell them what they want to hear. In this way, the understanding of the true situation becomes increasingly inaccurate as it rises up the ranks, until it reaches the big boss. This is the person who makes the ultimate decisions, despite having the least accurate understanding of the situation. In this way the whole sorry state of things plays out.

The danger of sycophantic voices has long been understood. It is the reason why medieval kings employed fools and allowed them the freedom to say what their courtiers wouldn’t. A few cruel jokes and harsh insults may have hurt their kingly egos, but that was better than sailing blindly and ignorantly into disaster.

My knowledge of the lives of billionaires is limited and largely gleaned from watching Succession. But even so, I’m pretty sure that someone like Elon Musk would not have a similar figure to a fool or an equal in his life - someone who could say things like, “Elon, people can’t live on Mars, it is a dead planet with no magnetosphere,” or “Elon, full self driving is not happening next year, no matter how much you say it,” or “Elon, fascism is a moral obscenity” - and not suffer any ill consequences.

Perhaps this is why billionaires are so impressed by LLMs. When you are already surrounded by attentive sycophantic voices telling you bullshit, chatbots must seem incredibly human. Tech billionaires are essentially getting high on their own supply, having their sense of importance reinforced by the digital flatterers they are building - rather than listening to voices criticising the financial insanity of this AI bubble.

Tech oligarchs dismiss all this because they believe they are in a race to create a sentient, God-like form of AI called AGI. After all, what could make them feel more important and superior than being the person that creates God? It is the ultimate narcissist’s fantasy. But belief in AGI is entirely a matter of faith - there is still no good argument as to how or why it could happen. They believe that because the 86 billion interconnected neurons in a human brain creates consciousness, then a digital model of virtual neurons will eventually do the same. This is like claiming that the map is the territory or that the menu is the meal.

Science fiction films like The Terminator or The Matrix warned that AI would become self-aware and then destroy the world. The real danger is that it doesn’t need to become self-aware to bring everything down. The economy could collapse because delusional isolated billionaires burn uncountable billions trying to make it happen.

I wonder what their LLMs will tell them then? I’m sure they would stick to the line that they were blameless, and that the problems were unavoidable, or someone else’s fault. I doubt they would be as blunt as the fool who, when King Lear was brought low, told him that “I am a fool, thou art nothing.” It would be deeply ironic if the quest for super-human intelligence collapsed for lack of fools.

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OTHER THINGS

Those of you who have read Watling Street might remember the story of Bletchley Park’s computer pioneer Tommy Flowers. It seems that at long last he is starting to receive the recognition he deserved - it’s great to see articles like this appearing.

David Bramwell’s spoken word show The Haunted Moustache is now a major motion picture! Or at the very least, a loving tribute to the filmed monologues of Spalding Gray. Its world premiere will be in the Brighton CineCity Film Festival, at Duke of Yorks on 6 November. Highly recommended for anyone drawn to occult heirlooms, 1990s subculture or cursed facial hair. Tickets and more details here.

And finally - Alistair Fruish and the Northampton Arts Lab have created a 50th anniversary tribute to Brian Eno’s and Peter Schmidt’s Oblique Strategies - a set of cards with creative prompts intended to inspire artists of all kinds. These new cards continue prompts from over 100 different artists, including Steve Albini, Alan Moore, Jimmy Cauty and Jeremy Deller. There’s one from me in there as well. They are really nicely designed so if you are curious, head over to Alistair’s site for more details.

Until next time!

jhx

LYNCHIAN

The big news is that my new book, LYNCHIAN: THE SPELL OF DAVID LYNCH, will be out on 13 November. I’m recording the audiobook for this next week.

It’s a book about why the films of David Lynch affect us in a way that no other films do. It’s about his experience of the world and the lengths he goes to to share that with us. This will be quite a short book - it’s 30,000 words, which is roughly twice as long as William Blake Now or half the length of The KLF - and it was written over a very intense period during this summer. I hope you get as much out of it as I got from writing it.

It is available for pre-order, should you be so kind - you can find it on my Bookshop.org page here, on Amazon, or your local bookstore will be pleased to order it for you.

In my next newsletter I’ll have details about the events being planned around launch, and into next year. One thing I can mention now is that I’ll be in Whitby on 6 November, as part of the Whitby Literary Festival. Details of that are here.

BLAKE

I’m travelling to America (I know…) at the end of October, for an event at Yale University where I’ll be in conversation with Timothy Young, the curator of rare books and manuscripts at the Yale Center for British Art. This is part of the celebrations around Yale’s William Blake: Burning Bright exhibition. For those who can’t be there, there will be a free livestream which you can find here.

There’s been wonderful news from the Blake Cottage Trust. Thanks to a successful quarter of a million pound bid with the National Lottery Heritage Fund, the cottage is now receiving the essential repairs it has needed for so long. Here it is receiving its new roof

The physical building is now safe but the next step is to raise the funds needed to make it open for visitors everywhere - if you can offer any support, the Blake Cottage Trust will be happy to hear from you.

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DOCTOR WHO

I’ll be in Liverpool on Saturday 18 October to talk about Doctor Who at the Liverpool Literary Festival at the University. I think the event is in the same building that I had exams in back in 1990s, so if I start having palpitations you’ll know why. Details and tickets are here.

If you have a liking for gaming culture then take a look at the latest issue of Wyrd Science - it includes an interview with me about Doctor Who (which, I was delighted to see, sits between articles on Castle Rat and Nigel Kneale).

I also went back on the TARDIS Rubbish podcast to look back at the last Gatwa season - a series which knew that, if it was to capture a young audience, it had to compete more with Skibidi Toilet than it did Andor… You can find that episode here.

And if you’re attending the Who on the Wirral convention this Saturday - I’ll see you there!

THE KLF

If you are after a signed copy of the new edition of The KLF, then you’re in luck. I’ve been down to Resident Records in Brighton and signed a load - you can find them here.

And also - this happened…

Becoming a question on The Chase, I can report, is a very strange experience which causes a not unpleasant state of mental disassociation. But it is cool when Graham from Doctor Who says your name.

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MISC

If you’ve read Memorial Device or any of the other luminous books by David Keenan you should know that he now has a Substack - which you can find here. Dig deep!

The new season of the East Sussex Psychedelic Film Club starts in Lewes on Thursday 2 October, where we’ll be proudly showing Ebony & Ivory, the genuinely insane new film from The Greasy Strangler’s Jim Hosking. It’s the story of two musical geniuses, Paul and Stevie, meeting at the Mull of Kintyre in 1981, sort of.

I’m especially looking forward to this because I’ll be interviewing director Jim Hosking afterwards. The screening is nearly sold out but if you’re quick, the last few tickets are here.

And also in Sussex - on Saturday 4 October I’m part of a ‘Meet The Writers’ event in Shoreham, where me and a big gang of local writers will see if anyone wants to talk to us. I’m being interviewed as part of all this at 2:30pm, and if you fancy coming along and saying hello, the details are here.

THE OVERALL GENERAL STATE OF THINGS

A newsletter like this isn’t really set up to tackle things as big as the overwhelming horror of the age (I might rejig things in the new year, we shall see.) But if it is any help, I find that this is a good time to rewatch Charlie Chaplin’s speech from The Great Dictator

Until next time!

jhx

It’s called LYNCHIAN: THE SPELL OF DAVID LYNCH and it will be out on November 13th. This is what it will look like:

This is a short book about why the work of David Lynch affects us in such a profound way. Writing it has been a joy, and it has been an absolute privilege to spend so much time immersed in his mind and his films. If you’ve ever watched Twin Peaks or one of his films and found them incredibly seductive in ways that you don’t quite understand, then I think you will get a lot out of this book.

It will be out as a handsome hardback in time for Christmas, and as an audiobook and ebook as well. If you are minded to pre-order that would be wonderful - it’s available here and in all the usual places.

To have lost both David Lynch and Ozzy Osbourne in the same year is a terrible thing - who will guide us through the darkness now?

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DOCTOR WHO STUFF

Before we get to Lynchian - I’ve a few more Dr Who events this year, including Abergavenny on August 23rd and the Liverpool Literary Festival on October 18. Details of these can be found here. Look out also for an early October event in Ilkley, the date of which should be firmed up soon.

If you can’t make any of these, my talk for the York Festival of Ideas was filmed and has been put online - you can watch that here.

THE KLF

The new edition of The KLF is now out in paperback, complete with the 10th anniversary footnotes. I’ve been down to Resident Records to sign a pile, so if anyone is looking for a signed copy, you’ll find one here.

AND ALSO

I’m part of a ‘Meet the Authors’ event in Shoreham on 4 October. Not having done anything like this before I’m not sure exactly what it will be like, but if you come down there will be me and ten other writers happy to talk! Details of this event are here.

In this new post-Ozzy era, anyone with an interest in heavy music should have a listen to Andrew O’Neill’s new podcast Infected Voice. Each week they discuss one classic and one recent heavy album - because some things never die. Plus jokes!

And lastly - you might know Jason Arnopp from his horror novel The Last Days of Jack Sparks or his Doctor Who stuff. Jason has head and neck cancer and - two surgeries and an admittedly very cool neck scar later - he is attempting to raise money for specialist radiotherapy. If you are in a position to chip in a few quid, that would be a very, very lovely thing. His GoFundMe is here.

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And don’t forget - the owls are not what they seem

Until next time,
jhx