My Old, Sweet, Darling Mob
Iain Sinclair: Michael Moorcock, 30 November 2000
“... Moorcock in the days when he was dragged along to BNP-type meetings by his editor, W. Howard Baker, ‘just for the beer’; and before he chucked his typewriter out of the office window and resigned, bunking off to a life of three-day novellas, quick money and lightning debts. Dissolve and fast-forward: now it’s an age of smooth men, of judgments ... ”