A Clock­work Orange

There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milk­bar try­ing to make up our ras­soodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova milk­bar sold milk-plus, milk plus vel­locet or syn­themesc or dren­crom, which is what we were drink­ing. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

This year marks the 50th  anniver­sary of the Anthony Burgess novel “A Clock­work Orange”. To mark the fifti­eth anniver­sary  the Inter­na­tional Anthony Burgess Foun­da­tion is organ­is­ing a multi-disciplinary con­fer­ence to exam­ine its pro­found and endur­ing impact on lit­er­a­ture, film, music, the­atre and society.

On the other side of the Atlantic, On May 19, the Hero Com­plex Film Fes­ti­val will wel­come spe­cial guest Mal­colm McDow­ell to talk about his mem­o­ries of Burgess and reflec­tions on a long and vivid career.

We’ll keep our eyes open and if we find any other event com­mem­o­rat­ing the writ­ing of such an influ­en­tial book, we’ll make sure to let you know every­thing about it in future postings.

Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gor­geous­ness and gor­geousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like sil­very wine flow­ing in a space­ship, grav­ity all non­sense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!

Viddy well, lit­tle brother. Viddy well.