The Thousands

You really ought to know about Dark Horsey already. I mean, what are you doing here? Surely you haven’t been going to all these exhibitions for the free drinks and hors d’oeuvres? You people must have at least a pretension of culture, right?

Don’t answer that.

Read a goddamn book already. And for Christ’s sake stop watching Garden State. It’s a terrible movie. And stay the hell out of Supermild – you’re ruining it for everybody.

Dark Horsey is where you go to learn all the stuff you’ve been pretending to know about at the pub. Literary criticism, aesthetics, cultural studies, the whole bit. And like all good bookshops, it’s operated by a writer of good books. Ken Bolton is one of Adelaide’s most respected poets, and a formidable art critic. He’s about eight feet tall, and looks like a cross between Jim Jarmousch and Lee Marvin. Fear him. And remember to thank him when he sells you one of the many imported and limited edition art books that are his specialty – usually at a cheaper price than any other bookshop in town. Cheaper still if you’re smart enough to sign up as a member.