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In the old days, the drugs-and-whores memoir was a respected literary event. (I’m looking at you, McInerney.) But these days, talking too loudly about your days as a male escort is still enough to get your visa revoked.

Author of the well titled Dandy in the Underworld, Sebastian Horsley planned to have a U.S. book tour this month, but instead he got a charming eight-hour conversation with customs officials and an unceremonious flight back home. Apparently all that talk about opium and amphetamines was enough to invalidate Horsley’s travel waiver, leaving HarperCollins holding the bag. (You’d think Rupert could have pulled some strings…)

In the book, Horsley claims to have spent more than $200,000 on consort with more than 1000 prostitutes—not a bad rate, really—but his Spitzer-esque antics probably interested the po-pos less than his Whitney-esque ones: he claims to have spent a similar amount on crack cocaine. Of course, neither vice is particularly dandyish, but we may have to judge that by what he wears to the book party.

In an interview with the Times, he was coy about the book’s truthfulness, saying “I’m a dandy, so I like to play with words.” We couldn’t have said it better ourselves.

—R.B.

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  • Russell Brandom