Wednesday, February 21, 2007
It really is time somebody persuaded Liverpool to submit to psychoanalysis. As I have posted before, it is the only city in the world that specialises in wringing apologies out of people. Not content with that, Tate Liverpool now has an exhibition about the place called Centre of the Creative Universe. A long, solemn article in The Guardian attempts to justify the claim, but I really think it's time we faced up to the staggeringly obvious - this is a city with terrible self-esteem issues. What else could explain its crazy auto-mythologising, transparently thin skin, glutinous sentimentality and preposterous vanities? This is all over-compensation for Liverpool's inner insecurity, its crippling self-loathing and, ultimately, its dark, secret longing to be the primary target of asteroid Apophis in 2036. Next year Liverpool is the European Capital of Culture. Who can imagine what stresses will be inflicted on its wounded and delicate psyche? Time for the couch and a round-the-clock suicide watch.
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 7:42 am