
I saw that article at the
Guardian website, and I refuse to read it on principle.
I assume that he goes on at length about the invisible hegemonic riptide that drew him irresistibly, a latter-day
Zelig, into a maelstrom of destructive self-alienation and other-directedness whose only real victim was himself. Oh, the lost innocence. Oh, the squandered promise.
People don't become plagiarists because they're complex and interesting. They do it because they're boring and have nothing to say. There's no mysterious psychodrama here. There's only an inept fraudster who (thanks to enablers like Alison Flood) continues to divert attention from worthier talents. It's a bad sign that he hasn't simply slithered away. All celebrity is marketable, and this poseur could easily parlay his disgrace into a pathetic second career as a motivational speaker or gonzo poet or whatever.