I finally got hold of Gary Indiana’s Depraved Indifference last week, and have been saving it up for some bleak evening, perhaps this one. I was glad to find that Mr I has his own weblog. You know author pages: all fresh-faced and busy-busy, balancing creative verve and commercial viability. Or they would do if there was ever anything but a howling blank under the news heading. Gary Indiana’s blog isn’t remotely like that. The man’s an eye rapist. Apart from being a warm and creative human being of course.