Her books abrade the British literary canon.

Heroically engaged with his own alienation.

He wrote a fuck-you note to the 19th century. It was a scan­dalous hit.

Roger Vadim’s Blood and Roses: Sexy transgressive euro-Evil wins!

Eyes Without a Face: dis­passionate yet romantic, gory yet lyrical

The boundary between uncanny and uncanny-­fantastic is a difficult one.

Liminal Horror movies — between the super­natural and the every­day.

Why are horror movies from 1960-63 so resistant to critical analysis?

A selection of 4CP images curated by David Smay

Mere anarchy loosed upon the world.

This is Iggy Pop’s body, broken for you.

The impresario of man calligraphy and glamorous junkies in wimples.

His role as Harold made him an icon: flattened, but illuminated and sacred.

A mischief maker who reinvented himself as a master of rue.

David Smay on a panel from MISTER MIRACLE (1972)

Beauty — rapturous sexy sexy, glorious abandon at war with ethics.

Romita freed Spider-Man to swing — literally — through Manhattan.

He wrote poetry of love glimpsed as a mystery from within the teeth of sex.

His work was caustic and loopy, acid and infinitely plastic.

Lois Lane’s Super-Brain!

He generated fields of pure unexpected looniness.

Rock undreamt of in your petty philosophies.

The baggy ambiguities of his genius only fit the Seventies.

Forget HEE HAW — he was of the architects of the country sound.