Calling Crab

Watching Will Self go after George Orwell is like watching a fiddler crab drag itself out of the cold grey water to attack its neighbours and rake the sands of its ancestors, thrashing around with its hypertrophied claw until it is the last king of the beach of dead things.

The thing about the fiddler crab is that that giant fearsome claw is a con.  It’s not really for fighting.  Sometimes they’re called calling crabs, because it’s best fitted for waving around.

 

Re-reading: ANTWERP, Roberto Bolano: (US) (UK)