It crossed my mind to send this only to my Benelux friends.
But then I thought no, let’s tell the whole world! That my book
Bangkok Confidential has been published
The launch party went down on December 4th at Boekhandel Vrolilk in
Amsterdam, and it was fantastic! A great turnout on a bitterly cold afternoon and evening. And not just the usual suspects, either. The Dutch writer & performer Paul Schaaps recited excerpts from the book. After which Sacha de Boer (who wrote the Foreword) and I signed copies. There were drinks and snacks galore, a bloody good time was had by all, and the cash register kept going ding-a-ling. All of which adds up to a roaring success.
It’s gotta be the interview of this still-young century! Sooner or later Athens-based Michael Limnios gets everyone worth getting. And now he has magnificently interviewed the writer and radio DJ Bart Plantenga. (Yes, I know…BP prefers to lower-case his name. But Mike didn’t do it, so I shan’t either this time round.) Anyway, read the interview here
That’s it, folks. Short and straight to the point. I really can do that sometimes 🙂
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On March 4th 1987, a most extraordinary funeral took place. Snuffie, the Gangster Woof of Amsterdam, was laid to rest. That was all so long ago, that only a large handful of you had the pleasure of meeting, and in some cases coming to know, my little dog guru. A few others have heard tell of him. To the vast majority the name itself is new. Snuffie and I were together for just over six years. I’d inherited him from my dear French junkie prostitute friend Elisabeth Lemoine, who died at far too young an age in early January 1981. Her tale is ultimately tragic. Whereas Snuffie’s is, and shall always remain, glorious. But the two are intertwined, at least to begin with. Hopefully one day I’ll get round to telling both their stories in full. For now, however, I’d simply like to introduce you, via a series of somewhat surreal photographs, to the ceremoniously stylish manner by which Woofie took his leave. His body left us, and his barks. Yet his spirit, and his special brand of uncanny canine wisdom, live on.
And so I give you, at last online,
HONOR THY WOOF
The Snuffie Memorial Exhibition
All contributors to this site have an ‘organic connection’ with yours truly and appear by invitation only. Should I ever decide to do a one-off online issue of Ins & Outs magazine, you’ll hear about it. Until then (a less than 50-50 chance at best), please do not send me manuscripts or artwork for publication. Thanks and all best, TFE -:)Continue Reading »
I simply cannot resist sending this out. That’s how truly chuffed I am (as the English like to say).
bart plantenga, author of the fantabulously wild-cum-surrealistically inebriated novel Beer Mystic, is progressively penning a profile of each and every one of the 40-odd people/websites/magazines/blogs that are hosting chapters of his book. And now it’s my turn. bart’s piece on me is entitled “Eddie Don’t Do Beer.” And the lad is right. Except for the very occasional witbier or Weißbier (with a slice of lemon added!) on a hot summer’s afternoon, I am nowadays pretty much a gentleman wino.Continue Reading »
Today marks 30 years since my dear friend Elisabeth Lemoine passed away. Her story is complicated, and that of her death convoluted. In time I hope to write about both. Just as the late Australian artist Vali Myers had often urged me to, adding: “She is precisely my kind of people.” Elisabeth, you see, was a very talented painter as well as a beautiful and loving whore. She was also a devoted admirer of Vali’s work. Once, sitting on my lap and holding a big book of the artist’s prints, she patiently explained Vaii’s more complex paintings to me, pointing out many fine details that I’d not previously seen.Continue Reading »