Anglophobe? Me? Garn, don't be ridiculous. Like anybody is actually afraid of the English, least of all me. I am skeptical, I'll admit, of the sodden suburban pessimism that is the cornerstone of so much postwar British art. This gloom is no more universal an aspect of human nature than the post-imperial ennui of any fading regime (one imagines the late Romans would limp home from a drab day at the coliseum to pen a few despondent dactyls). But given this inescapable fatalism, I prefer my Brits when they accept their heritage of disillusionment as lyrical substance rather than sublimating it into daft operettas or space melodramas--especially when they meliorate this fatalism with some pluck and humor and maybe even a... More >>>