Why is Gary Indiana so deserted

Cultural policy: "Something like me doesn't exist anymore"

New York. "I can't, it doesn't work. I wasted a whole day, wading around in this filth, in this sewer that any idiot can put his crap in. No, thanks. Without me." Gary Indiana is pissed off, pissed off, on the world and on death, but above all on the Internet. It's unbearably hot in New York City, and it's been less than three days since one of the city's major art magazines asked him to write an obituary for the longtime intellectual lion of the American left, Gore Vidal. After Indiana had read all the necrologies of the major newspapers and websites that were sometimes more, sometimes less worth reading, he decided "to let it go. After reading so much nonsense about such a man, I just couldn't and didn't want to anymore." Gary Indiana has been a lifelong fan of Vidal and posthumously he won't let anything come of him. As a commentator who did not cease to call the (mainly right-wing) political elites of his country the "thieves" and "murderers" that they usually were and are, Vidal "was indispensable. Take a look at which ones." mediocre assholes are important here today, in politics and in literature. It is almost unbearable ... "That's right, another Camel and another double grappa, it cools body and mind. And cheers.

American abysses

About half a year ago the Canadian star photographer Bruce LaBruce called his old friend Gary Indiana in the global clamp voyeur organ "Vice" the "member of a species that has long been extinct. The world he stands for no longer exists. For me he is one Burroughsian character. He lives the life he writes about. " As for the choice of themes and characters in the majority of his works, this judgment may undoubtedly be correct. The greatest commercial success of the writer Gary Indiana to date is represented by the books summarized under the title "Southern California Trilogy", published between 1997 and 2002, all of them exploring the depths of American realities at the end of the 20th century. All three are dedicated to spectacular criminal cases: In "Resentment" Indiana deals with the drama of the Menendez brothers in novel form, two men who grew up in an extremely wealthy house and who shot their parents at the age of 18 and 20 respectively. In "Three Month Fever" he documents the grueling journey of the status-addicted and homosexual psychopath Andrew Cunanan across the United States, in the course of which he killed five people in 1997, the last of which was the fashion champion Gianni Versace (before he was tracked down by the police, gave the ball himself). In "Depraved Indifference" Indiana recounts one of the most memorable little mother's boy stories in US criminal history: that of Sante and her son Kenneth Kimes, who wanted to fulfill their own American dream for decades through lies, deceit and, ultimately, murder.

But nothing with revolution

So far, so Capote-ish. "In all honesty, I can't tell you how I choose my topics. Most of the time, they just happen to me. Then I do research and in the end something comes out of it." As for the rest of his oeuvre, which has been piling up over the last four decades, "the process basically doesn't look any different". The only difference is that, as a rule, this has only ever found and finds a qualified public. "Apparently there really isn't anything like me anymore. But I don't give a shit either."

Gary Indiana, born 1950, real name is Gary Hoisington; He grew up in poor but not miserable circumstances as an only child in the country in the state of New Hampshire. After graduating from high school, the gay teenager moves to the west coast to study. When he enrolls, his alma mater, Berkeley University, is experiencing the first high point of student protests. One of his teachers is Herbert Marcuse. "He came to me at the end of a semester and told me that I was his best student. The problem was that at the time I was totally convinced that the world revolution was imminent." Hoisington drops out of university and is involved in left-wing radical groups. Until he realizes that the liberation of the damned on earth is not as far off as he thought, it will take until the mid-70s. Even before he heads east - apart from extensive trips to Europe, Latin America and India, he won't leave New York City from this point on - he gets a stage name (Gary, Indiana, is a city in the Midwest of the USA, which is best known today as the birthplace of Michael Jackson).