He Used Thought as a Wife: An Anthology of Poems & Conversations (From Inside)

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Is comedy more important than kindness? Is meanness towards those closest to you necessary for quality humour? Is a poem about a Jacob Reece Mogg-like character masturbating a cat really that funny? I think the answer to each of those questions is no.

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Anyone familiar with Key’s passive-aggressive but vulnerable, needy, beer-swigging onstage persona will doubtless be able to conjure a picture of the poet-comic gone to seed. An over-indulging artist imprisoned in his garret, he clung to sanity by scribbling his abrupt, off-beat verse on to Post-it notes and making testy phone calls to friends and family. Instead, He Used Thought As A Wife is primarily a compelling character study of his peevish poet persona at his most irritable, condescending and insecure. The jaunty bonhomie of his blokey middle-aged banter which he so accurately nails is tissue-thin, a passive-aggressive frustration scratching through every superficially jovial turn-of phrase. Alone in this intersection of spoken waffle and poetry, there’s nothing else like Tim’s writing and it’s in top form here. Moreso than the books 2021 Sequel ‘Mulberry’ that loses much of this books charm by changing setting to outdoors. Tim’s Flat, complete with floor plan provided, does claustrophobia like a fart in a lift. Well humoured, but dense and suffocating.Juniper designed the beautiful Megadate printed script, and then his playing cards (which also have conversations with her on some of them) and in this book her role as TK's foil is thrust even further into the spotlight (although how much (if any) of it is real is for the reader to guess). PDF / EPUB File Name: He_Used_Thought_as_a_Wife_-_Tim_Key.pdf, He_Used_Thought_as_a_Wife_-_Tim_Key.epub

He Used Thought as a Wife, by Tim Key, review: pithily funny

As a historical document, it’s Pepys. It does what it seeks out to achieve. As a work by a comic, it’s tremendously funny and makes me punch the air at its wit, foresight and genius. As a novella it has an embedded friendship love story between author and graphic designer that is untouchable. I kill for a well written sort of flirty friendship. I need to show my friend Grayce this as a benchmark to the appeal of non-romance. Never will a book be written in such a way. And playing with form makes me want to play with myself it’s fantastic. At his most playfully self-aggrandising, Key imagines himself as a modern-daySamuel Pepys only better (‘He’s a yawnfest, Em. He makes the Fire Of London sound as boring as sin, to be fair on him’). And to be fair on Key, this is a far more entertaining account of this plague: a rich source of perfectly observed, often laugh-out-loud humour than never shies away from the malaise, the melancholy, the isolation, the futility, the political incompetence and the uncertainty that has blighted the last year. Just as the pattern becomes predictable the book takes an interesting meta-turn that is enjoyable, and self aware.

At his most self-consciously pompous, Key fancies himself a latter-day Samuel Pepys, chronicling the modern bubonic plague for posterity. With some justification, even as his febrile imagination conjures bleak erotica, featuring an out-of-his-depth, depressed Boris Johnson, “Bohnson”, as he sinks further into his own hellish quagmire. A latter-day Samuel Pepys, chronicling the modern bubonic plague for posterity... a hilarious portrait of an artist just about creatively keeping his funk at bay" i