- 15 Nov 10
In his latest tome, Will Self tackles the travel book from a different angle. Wandering through locales as far flung as Hollywood and East Yorkshire he has as much to say about the act of walking, and then writing about it, as about the actual places he visits. Here he reflects on one of the strangest undertakings in a career already larded with odd-ball moments
Walking To Hollywood is the third – and possibly final – book in Will Self’s series of psychogeographic adventures (its predecessors Psychogeography and Psycho Too derived largely from his Independent column, illustrated by Ralph Steadman). Somewhere between Iain Sinclair’s extrapolative rambles and Hunter S’s absurdist journalism, the book documents a sometimes deranged, sometimes melancholic expedition that takes him from the streets of LA to investigate the death of film as the predominant popular 20th Century art form, to the eroded Holderness coast of East Yorkshire. It is a very strange book, even for Self, one that seems split on whether the act of perambulation aggravates the unquiet psyche, or functions as a sort of lucid dreaming, allowing the mind to reorder itself.
Walking To Hollywood is published by Bloomsbury.