Sunday, January 1 1995
Poverty, ill-health, endless one-night bookings, and little critical or financial reward characterised Earl Hooker's life. In the midst of all of this he established himself as Chicago's premier guitarist in a career of constant gigging and far too few recordings. This is a tale of art, barely recognised, blossoming in the face of hardship and suffering. This is the blues.
Richard Russo has been quietly building his reputation as one of America's better novelists, not by writing the ever-elusive 'Great American Novel' but by writing novels about life in small towns filled with characters who have real concerns and real struggles, and who are so deftly drawn that we forget we are reading a book at all.
Writing for the 'New York Times', Anthony Quinn summed up 'The Elementary Particles' as a 'bilious, hysterical and oddly juvenile book.' Michiko Kakutani's judgement is even more devastatingly succinct: 'It is a deeply repugnant read.' Naturally, I could hardly wait to begin.
I wouldn't give this one much more than a handshake unless I was very well-read and madly in love with baseball.
Each day that lives in infamy presents a new criteria for learning, an opportunity for reflection. No act of terrorism, no defining historical moment, stands alone. When the prize is the American dream, the fight can be both devastating and exhilarating.
The Desirable Body can give the reader a handle on why Impressionism was such a dynamic earth-shattering movement; on the difficult issues which the birth of photography presented; on the role play of blue movies and other titillating visual culture which was for many years relegated to hidden places; and on the presence of the gynoid in sexually aware society.
. . . is at once the reiteration and clarification of memetic theory.
. . . by young writer Christopher Rice (progeny of gothic writer Anne Rice and poet and painter Stan Rice), is a mystery and gay-coming-of-age story that is powered, in part, by the current of hate pulsing through America.
[Motley Crue's The Dirt] and its candid tales of porn stars, overdoses, and glam-metal makes the sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll memories of other bands seem almost as sweet and innocent as that book by Britney Spears and her mother.