I have long ago ceased to bother that my books consistently and
studiously have been blacklisted-through-omission by (with the
exception of one honourable individual) the mainstream England-based
press and England-based private-sector literary 'scene' (festivals,
etc.; and please note that when I use the term, 'England', I mean,
'England' and not 'Britain'), which, while aggressively and
self-righteously sporting the aesthetic couture of liberalism, freedom
of expression and multiculturalism, essentially are the sustainers of
corporate and racist imperial dominance in the world of information of
which fiction is a numinous part. Essentially, what we are dealing with
here is T. E. Lawrence with an i-pod.
The struggle continues.
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