Sadness that he died, but he knew it was coming, was grateful the sentence had been deferred for 10 years, and died at home surrounded by "his family and his books". A good end to a brilliant life.
I think this is his final interview:
Fortunately also a Death Postponed.
The most overrated books almost all emerged simultaneously from a single genre: magic realism.
I can’t stand it.
Later I read some of his written works. His book companion to his TV documentary series "Fame in the 20th Century" was by turns wry and thoughtful.
I am not normally a poetry kind of guy, but this is hilarious: https://web.cs.dal.ca/~johnston/poetry/bookofmyenemy.html
> A disembodied voice briefs the taciturn chief of the Impossibles about the existence—usually in the Eastern European People’s Republic—of a missile formula or nerve-gas guidance system stashed away in an armoured vault with a left-handed chromosympathetic ratchet-valve time lock. The safe is in Secret Police HQ, under the swarthily personal protection of the EEPR’s Security Chief, Vargas. The top Impossible briefs his black, taciturn systems expert and issues him with a left-hand chromosympathetic ratchet-valve time-lock opener. . . . A tall, handsome Impossible, who is even more taciturn than his team-mates, . . . drives the team to the EEPR, which is apparently located somewhere in Los Angeles, since it takes no time at all to get there by road and everyone speaks English when you arrive.
Part of that was the cultural phenomenon of Terminator 2.
They show the scene where Sarah Connor escapes her asylum cell only to round the corner and run bodily into Arnie. Sarah panics and primal screams.. Arnie gets out the shotgun and blasts the T1000...
then the camera cuts back to Clive James who said:
"... and that was just The Love Scene"
> Writers who are not romantic about the wrong things will never be romantic about the right ones, either.
It's virtually impossible to make art while listening to the nagging voice telling my I might look foolish doing so.
When I was a jazz musician in my early 20s, I did a lot of negative self-talk on gigs. "Oh, that was awful! Oh yuk, Argghh that sux. Nooo...Terrible" etc. It made me sound terrible. Self-torture. Then I read a book Effortless Mastery, from which I learnt Never criticize yourself on gigs. The time for that is when you practise. And since then I never do that. I just enjoy myself and play. It really changed my life. And also learning about loving yourself - realizing that it's all too easy to be careful about treating other people well, always being kind, while being extremely mean to yourself. Louise Hay's How to Love Yourself is the book on that subject, I think.
I highly recommend the albums Beware of the Beautiful Stranger and Live Libel if you're in to slightly folky music with insanely clever words.