Author Archives: James J. Conway
We’ve got bad gays, can-can dancers and pataphysicians, we’ve got a Black Pope, an Expressionist Joan of Arc and the Last Emperor of Mexico. Won’t you join us?
Count Robert de Montesquiou, poet, dandy, aesthete, on the 100th anniversary of his death
Dreaming rebels, dames and showgirls, emphatic queers and seekers of the Elysian Fields
From Romanian avant-garde Elvis to all the Swedish anarchist Sufi Post-Impressionsists you can imagine
My latest translation for Rixdorf Editions, in case you’ve been wondering why things have been quiet around here …
A selection of beach reads – only some of them ironically so!
Writer Franziska zu Reventlow and a warning about heedless nationalism on the 150th anniversary of her birth
A selection of works with which to while away your second or third lockdown.
Dear friends – colour and light from my home to yours. I wish you a peaceful, happy, healthy solstice. Thanks for sticking with the erratic publishing schedule, and here’s to what can only be a better 2021.
Books to remember from a year you probably want to forget
The legend begins … and ends. The Bavarian king left questions throughout his life, but particularly at its extremities.
Quite possibly the craziest story about Weimar Germany you’ve never heard
The writer and artist appears at the Bauhaus in Weimar, 100 years ago today
In which we visit Rogomelec and Sealand, the castle of truth and a fern-loved gully