Collected writings contain, poems, plays, novels, chapbooks, memoirs and non-fiction pieces by Bertie Marshall, Punk Legend, Performer and writer. Some of the work here is published for the first time; included is a reprint of his 1997 debut novel Psychoboys.
Psychoboys – an unexpurgated facsimile of Bertie’s cult novel from 1996.
The Palace of Faux Pas – a reprint of the rare chapbook of stories
The Carpet Eaters – the complete script of an abstract and opaque play.
Paris 80s – Third instalment of the memoirs.
By Invitation Only – seventeen recent poems.
Seven Hurts – a novella about William Burroughs and Iain Somerville in London, included at the request of the LedaTape Org.
This Play is Not About Rafael Nadal – Bertie’s cheeky and confronting three-hander about a literary burn-out and a pro tennis player (ie NOT Rafael Nadal).
Master Bitch – a second rare chap book: three butt stories.
Pete’s Underpants, NYC 1998 – Second instalment of Bertie’s memoir.
Facebook can sometimes be like Pandora’s Box. After an absence of sixteen years, out of touch, lost in space and time, my friend and muse Pete Clark sent me a friend request. I, in London, he in Toledo, Ohio.
I was sitting in a little internet café, drinking a crappy black coffee, when his handsome face popped up ’’ WTF PETEEE !!!’’
I wailed at the screen, the café fell silent . His timing was impeccable, his was the face I needed to see at that time. I was recovering from a bout of very bad health.
I started writing in notebooks at the end of my teenage years, Poems, monologues, short stories, mad rants about mad boys, bits of which ended up in a memoir I published a few years back. I write and write, but only seem to get published once a decade. So my problem was publishers. The lid to Pandora’s box opened again and Simon Strong, who had published PSYCHOBOYS, my debut novel, (just before my thirty seventh birthday, back in 1997) was now in Australia and working as part of The Leda Tape Organization.
‘’Great to be in touch again, Bertie!’’
‘’ Yeah Simon, great! Even better because I’ve got a book that could do with publishing’’
‘’ great, we‘re looking for stuff so send it on’’ blah, blah, blah.
The manuscript I sent was a novel (not included here) then Simon had the bright idea to do a collection of my writings from the last twenty years. Looking at them all together in NOWHERE SLOW, from the poems, to the novella SEVEN HURTS about William Burroughs and up to PETE’S UNDERPANTS and then back to PSYCHOBOYS, I’m thinking perhaps all the writing is one long book, but I’m not sure and even if I was, I wouldn’t say, anything, definitive.