We’re building prisons all over the world and calling tham luxury condos. The amazing thing is that the keys are all on the inside. —
J. G. Ballard.
Louie was a shoplifter who had lost what nerve he had ever had. He wore long, shabby, black overcoats that gave him all the look of a furtive buzzard. Thief and junky stuck out all over him. Louie had a hard time making it. —
William S. Burroughs.
Brian Howard’s was a chaotic, frustrating and in the end, for all its high-octane attachments, rather solitary life. Lived out for the most part in that exotic never-never land where the Ritz Bar meets the out-of-season contintental resort…Expected, not least by himself, to write novels that would out-Firbank Firbank in their orchidaceous subtleties, he ended up as a tragic-comic turn in works by other people. —
D. J. Taylor.
From the introduction to Brian Howard; Portrait of a failure.