Ben Myers, writing in The Guardian, attempts to come up with a name for the writers and various po-faced twentysomethings in the circle of wannabes and hangers-on surrounding Tao Lin. I get the feeling that he’s not exactly a fan. Good.
Shopping lists, Gmail chats and poems about vegan food, eh? It’s hard to contain one’s excitement. Really, it is. Perhaps I should try publishing my shopping lists, just to see what reaction they get. They might make me into a cult sensation - or else people will just wonder why I buy so much cheese and Tesco own brand sugar-free caffeine drink.
Also, a small but nonetheless very important point: ‘ennui’ is merely a slightly more poetic (i.e. French) way of expressing boredom and lack of interest. Boring. Uninteresting. I think this is significant, don’t you?
I ‘look forward’ to more chapbooks about boredom. I ‘love’ boredom. ‘Please’ send me your chapbooks by express post. [Note: the Tao-esque quote marks are entirely necessary in this statement, because I really do mean to be ironic, unlike the examples such writers usually employ in their prose.]
That’s me shafted, then.