Body
It occurred to me recently that rather a lot of my writing involves stories about bodies. There’s strangely-clad bodies, tattooed bodies, painted bodies - and of course, naked bodies. Perhaps rather too many naked bodies. There’s plenty of big, important questions out there, to try to find the answers for, so was is the whole body thing really causing a bit of a distraction? I’ve seen it happen with artwork. Paint a huge landscape, and somewhere in the painting there are one or two tiny figures. People will shuffle up to within inches of he canvas and stare at the figures. And, heaven forbid, an artist tries to convey some deep meaning, by way perhaps of a visual metaphor, and places a nude in the painting. People, of course, just stare at the nude. ‘There’s a naked person there. What’s that about?’ one might say. ‘He’s made her too thin’, another replies. ‘No’, says another, ‘too fat’. So, I say to myself, why bodies? And the first thing that came to mind was that very obsessi...