29 May 2019
Jacques Hyzagi, in the Observer, does a Hunter-Thompson-esque profile of 1960s relic Robert Crumb.
Vermin have a chemical way to sense their own kind. (Mind you, I donâ€™t think I have ever liked anyone Iâ€™ve met yet. A functioning psychopath, an ex-girlfriend former writer at the New York Observer once called me.)
Read the whole thing.
What the hell is Crumb doing living in England?
Hat tip to James Harberson.