Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 9:43 am
Currently reading Lint by Steve Aylett.
A sample:Jeff Lint was the author of some of the strangest and most inventive satirical SF of the twentieth century. He transcended genre in classic such as Jelly Result and The Stupid Conversation, becoming a cult figure and pariah. Like his contemporary Philip K. Dick, he was blithely ahead of his time. Aylett follows Lint through his Beat days; his immersion in pulp SF, psychedelia and resentment; his disastrous scripts for Star Trek and Patton; the controversies of The Caterer comic and the scariest cartoon ever aired; and his belated Hollywood success in the 1990s. Lint's was a career haunted by death, including the suspicious death of his rival Herzog, and the mysterious 'Lint is dead' rumours, which persisted even after his death.
'This is a craftsman at the top of his voice, who happens to want to bury us in a steamy load of despairing and accurate words,' wrote the respected Washington Post critic Simon Henwood. He concluded: 'It is impossible to imagine what Jeff Lint will do next, but whatever it is it ought to be good.' When Lint was seen naked riding a spaniel a few weeks later in Albuquerque, Henwood denied having read anything by Lint, or having written a review of anything by anybody at any time. 'I'm just a corporal in the Royal Navy,' he stated, quitting the Post all smiles.