And Your Point Is?: Scorn and Meaning in Jeff Lint's Fiction

And Your Point Is?: Scorn and Meaning in Jeff Lint's Fiction

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by Steve Aylett
     
 

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This follow-up to LINT, the biography of cult author Jeff Lint, delves deeper into the psychosis of the seminal writer's work. This series of essays and reviews from around the globe, representing decades of study, is being presented for the first time in collected form. A must-have for collectors, students, imitators, and stalkers alike.

"Satire has no effect-a

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Overview

This follow-up to LINT, the biography of cult author Jeff Lint, delves deeper into the psychosis of the seminal writer's work. This series of essays and reviews from around the globe, representing decades of study, is being presented for the first time in collected form. A must-have for collectors, students, imitators, and stalkers alike.

"Satire has no effect-a mirror holds no fear for those with no shame."

Contributors include Steve Aylett, Eileen Welsome, Arkhipov Halt, Daniel Guyal, Chris Diana, Alfred Bork, Michael H. Hersh, George Cane, Dennis Ofstein, and Jean-Marie Guerin.

Editorial Reviews

Asimov's - Paul DiFilippo
These mini-essays explicating "Scorn & Meaning in Jeff Lint's fiction" all bear the true and accurate stamp of gleeful derangement so characteristic of Lint the man, Lint the books, and Lint the monster from the fourth dimension.
SFSite - Jeff VanderMeer
Nonsense has never been as pointed or as fun as in And Your Point Is? It also provides a nice companion piece to Lint, without (oddly enough) just repeating what made that book appealing.
The Zone - Book Reviews Editor
Lint is a rebel in a world that refuses to appreciate true originality while celebrating the shallow and unoriginal. Having met Jeff Lint, I always feel a tinge of regret when I browse the typically unappetising fare on offer on the SF shelves at my local Waterstones, but, until he actually somehow sidles his way into reality, we at least have Steve Aylett.
Nietzsche's Kisses - Lance Olsen
A collection of outlandish critifictional forays written by madmen into the work of an equally mad SF cult author--who doesn't happen to exist. Yet nobody's madder than the collection's "editor," Steve Aylett. Every sentence here is an electric shock, every paragraph a feverdream novel in dense satiric miniature that you wish to hell you had thought of first.
Author of Meat Puppet Cabaret - Steve Beard
As fans of Aylett's earlier fake biography, LINT, already know, Jeff Lint is a hardcore pulp SF writer whose poetic genius is forever misunderstood by a society trading in structural hypocrisy. In this caustic bibliographic follow-up, Aylett demonstrates once again that he is a master of the philosophical one-liner, packing whole universes of despair into a single comedic sentence.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781933293172
Publisher:
Raw Dog Screaming Press
Publication date:
12/28/2006
Pages:
116
Product dimensions:
5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.28(d)

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Introduction

JEFF LINT SAID in interview that many authors' creation of 'understandable' characters who are a kind of 'hollow' each reader was supposed to occupy, soon left him aggravated as a reader: 'I will want to turn left and the character will turn right; I would ignore but the character obeys; I would destroy an argument but the character is blandly convinced and wastes years of his life. As a reader I find myself locked within an automaton I cannot control, which will never do what I would do (even by chance), and which provides no nourishment.' Lint's idea of an acceptable hero was a spider with multiple eyes like rally car headlights who, when issued an order, would jet tears of mirth from the entire bank of eyes and tell a friend later while adapting a submarine for spaceflight: 'I hadn't the heart to obey such a moron.'

Alfred Bork has called Lint's writing 'pointillist' and I think this derives from the fact that every single sentence comes directly at you. Each point is the head of a thread, a retrievable plumb-line of information. But few have taken up the option to draw on such threads. Critics who momentarily subjected themselves to the rigors of Lint's flaying, vortical screeds would quickly withdraw and resort to condemning books such as Jelly Result for being 'made up from beginning to end,' an argument which required such a faux-jaded powering-down of their own faculties that the energy required to advance it could barely be mustered.

It seems Lint's day was incomplete until he had scavenged the treasure-trove of truths discarded by fashion as worthless, arranged them into meaning swarms (a practice similar to bittorrenting but utilizing revolutions miniaturized to the size of full-sized ones' effectiveness) and tricked out the interior with ingeniously embedded lights, dragon glass and characters who 'interrupt the world' with a cough of honesty at the least convenient moment. No doubt is left that Earth is circling the drain. Sunlight dawns without realization--it's always the same light. Enough of this hammering can turn the untrained head into undifferentiated dissent goop, a sort of sub-resentment squantum which may result in you blurting aloud on the bus 'so I'm the eel in this equation.' There are passages where Lint has clearly decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to live as an undisturbed cobweb on the moon or as a mudfish, gelid and pulsating. A premonition or a preview? He seems to have anticipated the unlivable conditions humanity would soon attain.

So much has been written elsewhere about Lint's novels (not least in my own book LINT) that I've mostly chosen pieces which deal with his shorter fiction. These writers and journalists should be applauded for tackling Lint's work because, damn.

--Steve Aylett

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