this was the best issue of yeti i've read. maybe it has something to do with two, TWO, articles on disco, whereas in other issues there's been a bunch...morethis was the best issue of yeti i've read. maybe it has something to do with two, TWO, articles on disco, whereas in other issues there's been a bunch of short stories filled with your basic shitty writing characteristic of short stories published in 'zines.
no no, this one had an interview with vivan girls, an essay on the evolution of downtown new york arts/music scene written by the author of Love Saves The Day, an exhaustive account of disco given 5 stars by me. photo essay by Peter Doyle who is releasing his second book of collected photos of crimes scenes and criminals from the early 20th century, a second clipped interview/article on disco with none other than one half of Rub'n'Tug, etc and so forth. seriously, best issue i've read.(less)
this book was good and fast. not too exhaustive, just informative enough. good to hold, smelled ok, made me want to be a raver in the early 90s like n...morethis book was good and fast. not too exhaustive, just informative enough. good to hold, smelled ok, made me want to be a raver in the early 90s like nothing else.(less)
this book read like a textbook. one faith you inject into the author of a book on an historical subject is that they will color their account w...moreso.....
this book read like a textbook. one faith you inject into the author of a book on an historical subject is that they will color their account with as much personality as historical observation allows.
yet, instead of providing adequate criticism of the new south, as such a title like "Promise" would, well, promise, it read like a grocery list of aspects of the new south lifestyle.
the most interesting chapter was the one on POPULISM, arguably the least exciting subject in American history, so Kudos for that, and any dissection of black life was relegated to a paragraph's worth of material shoved in at the end of each chapter.
the parts about rural to urban migration proved rather entertaining, insomuch as, people at the end of the 19th century in the south are retards, and the subject really writes itself. additionally, any parts about religion were good reads.
he reserves the last TEN pages of a 440 page book about the horrifying circumstances confronting the black population as a whole, so that was a little disturbing.
add in two convoluted and useless chapters about music and literature, a lot of incoherent sentence structure, at least 20 grammatical errors, too many commas...and, voila, 2 stars.
it took me three months to make it through this book. (less)
i can't find my exact copy of what i purchased from half priced books, so i'll just claim i'm reading the same one that jamie read. this book is so ol...morei can't find my exact copy of what i purchased from half priced books, so i'll just claim i'm reading the same one that jamie read. this book is so old. it smells like 1955, and the pages are a sickly yellow-brown. i cannot wait. for the stories of course.
despite smelling great the whole time, the book wore me down halfway through. if nothing else, this is a timeline for fitzgerald's own life, and the amout of autobiography one can extract from each story is immense. going in chronological order more or less, the beginning traces a plethora of gay old cocktail parties and debutante balls and all of the roaring 20s one could stand. leaving me very thrity for a high ball during each tale, the characters' predicaments are just ridiculous enough and their handling, equal parts lovable and detestable.
through the depression, his stories become more and more cloaked or shall i say soaked in the author's own alcoholism. you feel you're reading stories about the same dashing young men from the Yale club on page 60, only now, on page 400 they're crying into their soda water in some hazy French bar about the millions they lost.
all in all, a perfect picture of the author's life.(less)
i read this way back in high school while i was taking physics and discovering how totally rad space is and all. i picked it up to answer a question a...morei read this way back in high school while i was taking physics and discovering how totally rad space is and all. i picked it up to answer a question about black holes yeterday? and now i'm reading it again i guess?(less)
i don't know what it was. i did not enjoy this book. the reasons for which i read it, i admit, not that strong. the sufjan stevens' song named after i...morei don't know what it was. i did not enjoy this book. the reasons for which i read it, i admit, not that strong. the sufjan stevens' song named after its author is so beautiful i now realize it was foolish of me to think his novels would transpose this sonic beauty into one of elegant prose.
the pages were laborious. the character, mr. herzog, one with which i couldn neither identify nor sympathize. i don't know jewish history. nor do i know french. nor do i know anything about all the random intellectual things he chooses to insert in every mind numbing thought of our dear protagonist....a lot of it went way over my head. and that's my own fault i guess.
i give it two stars, because sometimes it would catch me, and the way bellow describes setting and characteristsics of people is so beautiful, i did lose myself in it from time to time. but those times would come and go quickly. and then i'd be back to begrudgingly reading left to right, top to bottom.(less)
this book would have probably been my favorite book, had i read it about four years ago. not to say i detested it now. just that, after four years of...morethis book would have probably been my favorite book, had i read it about four years ago. not to say i detested it now. just that, after four years of it being recommended to me by others, there was quite a build up. and the tension created, the energy pent up around what this book was all about and how it would either change my life or mimic it so well, that i would presumably be so utterly fond of it.....(!)...once i read it, it was kinda like, oh, okay. (a reaction which maybe proves my friends' points anyway?)
though, all the meat of the book, and my favorite part at that, came in the last ten pages.
i'll have to read it more than once, and i have a feeling it will then grow on me, b/c, shit, it's so short. then again, perhaps not. either way...it doesn't matter. it's all the same. whatever. i don't care. camus.(less)
though his finances limit the quality, it's pretty annoying that he publishes this really intense complicated art filled with tens of layers in each p...morethough his finances limit the quality, it's pretty annoying that he publishes this really intense complicated art filled with tens of layers in each piece, then explains how the colors, oh if you could just see them you'd totally be blown away, and can't publish them in color.
the interviews are always amazing and so unpretentious. the people always seem like they would be so nice in real life, whether this is from mike mcgonigal's choices of subjects, or the way they are conducted, who knows.
but seriously, fork over the money for color.(less)
This was a fascinating refresher for me, a book assigned in a previous history class that i neglected to actually read. I thought it a very fitting re...moreThis was a fascinating refresher for me, a book assigned in a previous history class that i neglected to actually read. I thought it a very fitting read around the election as well and its results, the first black president.
i say "refresher" because it unearthed all of my favorite hypocrisies in nascent america on which i used to love to ponder. the simultaneous formation of the first democratic union with the imbedding of one of the last modern slave societies is, though seemingly an obvious contradiction, one that nonetheless can titillate your patriotism for hours.
on the slavery side, it hits on all the sad truths of its formation and transformation from labor luxury to economic necessity. it illuminates the embarrassing excuses brought forth from slave-holders to further perpetuate their socio-economic standing.
in the books most interesting thread, the author focuses on the utterly deflating fact of mulattoes' shaky status within slave society. how woven into the legal system were countless laws that strictly forbade interracial ANYTHING, yet, mulatto children of masters were virtually rewarded by being taken out of the fields and into the houses and mistresses and cooks, etc. how a "light-skinned" black person was more socially acceptable, and therefore, more visible within the household than say, just your plain ol' darkie? it's frankly, just disgusting.
as for ol' georgie, it's one of the most ingratiating books ever on the man. the book takes away the mythical status, the idolization, and replaces it with the fact that this guy was basically the most logical, disciplined HUMAN who battled human temptations. it does have an end point, in that, apart from everyone else in his society, apart from all the slave-holding founding fathers, washington, being so repulsed at the institution and its portents on the infant republic, was the only one to completely and without condition emancipate his slaves in his will. (less)