1:40am. London has a tendency to make me feel like she has one foot in the door, using the door to skillfully plant the other foot in my brainstem. Job interview after job interview, mails by the dozens and endless sheets of ideas and contact lists piled up against the windowpanes and the coffeemugs, each with its own name and radiant black personality. Instead of sleeping, I am stuck with five episodes of Clayton Cubitt‘s Hysterical Literature: gorgeous women reading excerpts from books they’ve selected only to explode in graceful climax something like a minute before the video’s end. This is all done newsreader style, given away the instantly recognizable vibrator whirr and the tempo of the reading stumbling into an erratic silky staccato. The trembling fight against the inevitable.. makes me smile every single time.
The three episodes I’ve posted feature Teresa Nasty (reading from Sexing the Cherry by Jeanette Winterson), Stormy Leather (reading from American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis) and Stoya (reading from Necrophilia Variations by Supervert). For more Cubittery, head for his Tumblr.