On the 7th of January 1992 I landed in London, nursing a bronchitis and a few lines of fever. I rode a taxi to my hotel, then went looking for a place to eat a bite. Along the road to a pub, I stopped in a bookshop and bought two books by Michael Moorcock: Mother London and one of the Jerry Cornelius books. Both had the dome of St Paul on the cover. I still think those two books set the tone and the rhythm of my year spent in London.
Now I’ve been commissioned an article about Michael Moorcock. It’s a pro bono job, and I’ve been given total control on the subject, the word-count, the style. And I’m thinking I will do a piece about London in the works of Michael Moorcock.
And what better occasion to finally get me a copy of Modern Times 2.0, a Jerry Cornelius adventure which comes bundled with an interview to the author and an article in which he reminisces about London.
One of those cases in which doing research is a good opportunity to have fun.
25 February 2019 at 13:13
I recently discovered and enjoyed his Elric books. They’re dated and totally bonkers but therein lies the charm!
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25 February 2019 at 14:24
In the long run, I think the Elric stories are the ones that aged the worst in Moorcock’s canon. I much prefer the Corum novels, or his Dancers at the End of Time.
But basically I’d read Moorcock’s laundry lists, too, were they published 😛
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25 February 2019 at 19:29
Yes he is certainly a unique writer. I haven’t read any of his other books but they are on the to read pile!
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25 February 2019 at 20:26
You’ll have lots of fun!
Persona suggestion: The War Hound and the World’s Pain.
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