Somehow, the words “Michael Moorcock” and “Texas” seem strange bedfellows. But this interview, by Hari Kunzru of the author Michael Moorcock starts to make some sense of it.
Moorcock is a brilliant author. Whether he’s producing pulp or great literature, or both simultaneously, doesn’t really matter. His voice is worth harking to. To me, his name is a bell that instantly starts my soul ringing to a certain time, place and ethos in my mind. A place that is dear to me, but one that causes frissons as well. It’s the shiver of fear that runs up your back mixed with eroticism at the same time.