Oooh
In my inbox, from 'hatherleywatch@googlemail.com':
Hello Owen
Workerist nostalgia + ressentiment + modernist aesthetics ... Yes, yes: we *know* you grew up on a council estate and that your dad was a member of Militant.
We'll be watching.
Hatherley Watch
I take offence at the workerist claim, but otherwise I am flabbergasted by the accuracy of the capsule description here. My immediate suspicion for the sender's identity is a mediocre art hack and erstwhile Zizekian blogger once of my acquaintance who now posts frequently on dissensus, but really it could be anyone who doesn't read especially closely and has a penchant for slightly sinister anonymous comments and emails, and judging by their mention of something I've referred to once on the blog, someone I once knew. Anyway - hi there, Hatherley Watch!
posted by owen hatherley at 9:56 pm
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I'd be tempted to believe it was one of those twats off Harry's Place, except I doubt any of them could conjure even that degree of literacy, wit or insight.
Were those insults? I think it is a fan letter. A secret admirer. I'm predicting surprise presents of flowers, boxes of candy, tickets for Hawaii, expensive watches and many, many old 50s East German postcards. Yes, it is all the myriad woundrous ways we say, be my valentine, comrade! Remember, heart day is in just two more weeks.
That would be nice. I don't think it's intending to be friendly, however. Also some IP searching by NP implies it isn't my first guess, although it would not be remotely out of character for them...
was not me...
N O R T O N
Bummer, Owen. If it isn't love, then ... well, in Sherlock Holmes, whenever someone gets a vaguely sinister message, it usually has to do with an episode in the past. One you might have forgotten. For instance, were you ever imprisoned in the Maldive Islands? Did you escape with an associate? Did you have five bars of pure gold tucked under your belt? Whilst rowing for home, did you lose your associate in a fog off Aden? If this sequence of events happened to you, then I'd say either the associate is alive, and wants a share of the gold bars, or his child is, and wants revenge. Usually, the thing to watch out for in these cases is the insinuating of a highly toxic viper into your plumbing, or the diffusing of a poisonour gas through the air ducts. But, a little extra watchfulness on your part and that should do the trick.
Well, you're nobody until somebody's watching you. It's a pity, though, that you are being watched by someone who communicates in a series of staccato non-sequiturs. It's almost as if he (very probably a he) wrote this while wanking. Read the missive again: the rhythm of orgasmic wrist-cranking is unmistakeable.
i'm thinking they might have typed out the 'dad was a member of Militant' whilst approaching vinegar strokes: the word "militant" sort of gasped out as they're in the final stages of, er, being naughty, so Lenin may be right.
but yes, the workerist charge is absurd, i well remember your piece that you reference to rebut the claim.
BTW i was on Facebook earlier today and note you're mates there with Josh Clover.
nice one!
scott.
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I wouldn't encourage whoever it is by posting about them. Nasty, stalker-ish behaviour.
Now it's just waiting for the inevitable referers coming from nastybrutalistandshortwatch.blogspot.com
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