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Head
Mo-Leeza Roberts s novel Head is like an existential Dickens or satirical version of
the film Salo, written, directed and starred in by Barbara Gladstone. Roberts, both
critical and complicit, describes a desperate future that clusters around the Head
Gallery like cockroaches around a pig s head. She remakes the art world into a sci-fi
tale populated by curatorial artspeak, artists, collectors, hanger-ons and other artworld
actors who explode in ecstasy, pain or self-induced eradication all according
to the whims of Head Gallery, an anonymous and inviolate force, overseer of events
and selfless accumulator of prestige and wealth. Familiar contemporary artists
are reanimated in this imaginative and darkly humorous future, giving the events
described an unsettling familiarity. The Head Gallery is based in New York and
Shanghai and operates between 2078 and the present.
the film Salo, written, directed and starred in by Barbara Gladstone. Roberts, both
critical and complicit, describes a desperate future that clusters around the Head
Gallery like cockroaches around a pig s head. She remakes the art world into a sci-fi
tale populated by curatorial artspeak, artists, collectors, hanger-ons and other artworld
actors who explode in ecstasy, pain or self-induced eradication all according
to the whims of Head Gallery, an anonymous and inviolate force, overseer of events
and selfless accumulator of prestige and wealth. Familiar contemporary artists
are reanimated in this imaginative and darkly humorous future, giving the events
described an unsettling familiarity. The Head Gallery is based in New York and
Shanghai and operates between 2078 and the present.
160 pages, Paperback
Published March 1, 2016
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December 14, 2024
Grotesque, hallucinogenic, sardonic, extreme; feral, carnal, problematique, stoopid; brain-batteringly absurdist skewering of Western decline and a post-climate collapse euro-delulu-centric art world, baby. RIYL Up Your Ass (?); honestly no idea what to compare this to. See you in the Head Gallery.
July 20, 2017
If you make it to page 12 you'll already be wondering what kind of LCD/Acid fuelled molestation-flashback the author was experiencing at the time while writing.
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