It's a long time since I've heard a radio play I liked but this afternoon's was brilliant. You should listen.
It was funny and sad and beautiful, all that, but it was also different - it wasn't like a regular play, it wasn't like regular radio. It mixed interviews, acting, songs, reminiscence and lies - which makes it sound awful - but it was actually electric.
I read How Literature Saved My Life the other week, by David Shields. It continues the argument of Reality Hunger, if argument is the word. I guess I'd sum it up as: the novel just isn't that good any more at telling us about the world we're in, or at least, not as good as other forms we have now, or at least, not as good as the forms we're about to invent.
Encounter, Cristopher Green's play, sounded like the things I'd like to read now. It sounded, somehow, connected, collaged, networked.
