Consumerism Is So Weird. Its A Sort

During The 1960s, The Shanghai Of My Childhood Seemed A Portent Of The Media Cities Of The Future, Dominated By Advertising And Mass Circulation Newspapers And Swept By Unpredictable Violence.

People, Particularly Over-moralistic Americans, Have Often Seen Me As A Pessimist And Humourless To Boot, Yet I Think I Have An Almost Maniacal Sense Of Humour. The Problem Is That It's Rather Deadpan.

Most English Writers Are Not Interested In Change But In The Social Novel. That Demands A Static Backdrop. I'm Intensely Interested In Change - Probably As A Matter Of Self-preservation. What The Hell Is Going To Happen Next?

For The Sake Of My Children And Grandchildren, I Hope That The Human Talent For Self-destruction Can Be Successfully Controlled, Or At Least Channelled Into Productive Forms, But I Doubt It. I Think We Are Moving Into Extremely Volatile And Dangerous Times, As Modern Electronic Technologies Give Mankind Almost Unlimited Powers To Play With Its Own Psychopathology As A Game.

I Admired Anyone Who Could Unsettle People.