Colin MacCabe

Colin MacCabe is head of research at the British Film Institute and a professor of English at Pittsburgh University.

Reluctant Psychopath

Colin MacCabe, 7 October 1993

The photograph of the author on the jacket is warning enough. He is dressed all in black, poised as though ready to pounce; his eyes fix you through a cloud of smoke. The cigarette, which is positively belching fumes, is held at the precise angle guaranteed to cause the most severe nicotine staining of the fingers. This is not the author as good guy but the author as knowing addict – an adept of Burroughs’s Dr Benway and his Algebra of Total Need. Indeed the alternative title to this extraordinary novel could well be the eternal Burroughsian question – ‘Wouldn’t you?’’

Self-Illuminated: Godard’s Method

Gilberto Perez, 1 April 2004

‘I have no use for a writer who directs my attention to himself and to his wit instead of the people he is interpreting,’ Jean-Luc Godard said in one of his early articles for Cahiers...

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Many Andies

Andrew O’Hagan, 16 October 1997

All his life Andy Warhol looked like death. He came into the world that way: blank, rheumy-eyed, sick as the day was long. An unmerry child with St Vitus’ Dance, the young Warhol lay...

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Watching a black man in the shower

Michael Wood, 12 September 1991

The heart of Young Soul Rebels, visually and dramatically, is a scene in an East London club, noisy, cheerful, full of glitter and bounce. Punk and soul music alternate on the disco deck; punk...

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What was new

Eric Griffiths, 19 December 1985

A pause for thought in The Tempest: ...

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Lacan’s Mirrors

Edmund Leach, 2 July 1981

It is possible that I am asked to comment on this expensive and largely unreadable volume only because its editor has achieved national celebrity by seeming to figure as a sacrificial victim in...

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James Joyce and the Reader’s Understanding

Brigid Brophy, 21 February 1980

‘The aim of this work,’ Colin MacCabe announces, ‘is not to provide the meaning of Joyce’s work but to allow it to be read.’ ‘Well, ta ever so,’ I wrote...

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