Museums of Melancholy
Iain Sinclair: Silence on the Euston Road, 18 August 2005
“... We stroll down empty Underground platforms, a cinema of exemplary objects and no script. J.G. Ballard, in an essay on the film director Michael Powell, suggested that drama in the ‘serious’ novel of the future would ‘migrate from the characters’ heads to the world around them’. No interior monologues, no social satire: absurd and cruel ... ”