Jessica Craig-Martin/Trunk Archive
"PS1 Benefit Gala, New York, 2006"
In an article titled "A Farewell to Ales
" (New York Times Magazine
, November 28, 2014), Andrew O'Hagan owns up to currently being plagued by the thought of giving up even the ghost of a chance to partake of the spirit of Christmas, namely, of strong drink, for as you see in the photo above with its sight gag, an insightful visual pun on his wavering decision to forego another stiff one, this man is in need of therapy, and that ought not be too hard, given that he's already stretched out on a Freudian couch.
Who's Andrew O'Hagan, you ask?
Merely a Scottish novelist and non-fiction author, Editor at Large of Esquire
, London Review of Books
Critic at large for the New York Times Magazine
, and currently creative writing fellow at King's College London, according to Wikipedia
But I knew that . . . sort of.
Anyway, Mr. O'Hagan had better take care in giving up his high-spirited life, else he might turn out like the protagonist of my novella
, caught up in metaphysical events beyond his control, let alone his comprehension!
Labels: Alcohol, Literary Criticism, Spirituality