"The book is called, 'A Crackup at the Race Riots.' Harmony Korine wrote it, although he can't really recommend it." -- David Letterman
To me, there is"The book is called, 'A Crackup at the Race Riots.' Harmony Korine wrote it, although he can't really recommend it." -- David Letterman
To me, there is something majestically and inarguably captivating about this first novel from the so-called "enfant terrible" of dramatic independent film. Its synopsis states clearly that no plot, linear narrative, character development, or scene setting exists. Everything is somehow connected though, as each and every page investigates and/or muses upon the fractured leftovers of everywhere and everyone on this planet. Korine perfectly presents "a novel setting about the bastard wisher" with a pure, refined combination of pulchritude and putridity. Throughout his entire career, Harmony Korine has managed to turn the beautiful and the ugly into each other simultaneously, thus, allowing those who willingly acknowledge his work to possibly find some sort of new meaning within life. I personally believe that pages 6 and 175 serve as bookends that connect and complete all that lies between them. T.S. Eliot's words accidentally anthropologically endorse Korine both as a novelist and as a person. The paragraph of text that ends the book serves a very similar purpose. Most people have deemed "A Crackup at the Race Riots" as a literary companion piece to "Gummo," but moreover, this novel is actually a companion piece to everything that Harmony Korine has created (or destroyed).
My only possible complaint would be that the book may end up being read with lightning-speed by any diehard fan of the author. Otherwise, "A Crackup at the Race Riots" is an essential collection for those who either appreciate or despise how Korine has developed an ultimate portrait of omnipresence....more
To present a film that is 72 minutes and 5 seconds of pure green screen...To release a CD-R album that is nine realizations of John Cage's 4'33"...ObeTo present a film that is 72 minutes and 5 seconds of pure green screen...To release a CD-R album that is nine realizations of John Cage's 4'33"...Obession is a key component to being a true artist. (Most people know that Stanley Kubrick had hand-typed each and every page of the script prop for his adaptation of "The Shining.") Such obsession requires an elimination of the fear that whatever result(s) will not be widely and warmly accepted. Nigel Tomm has shown none of this fear throughout his entire career as an absurdist, and "Scarlett Johansson Asked..." is a true, shining example of his bravery as a writer.
All 23 volumes of "The Blah Story" had drawn much infamity and attention to Nigel Tomm long before he had become a filmmaker. The intention of the novel was complete, unadulterated personalization for the reader. Few other novelists have ever been able to establish such a personal connection to their audiences. Nigel Tomm now furthers this idea with a recent quintet of long-titled books, all of which sport a similar phallic cover. "Scarlett Johansson Asked..." seems to possess an extremely strong potential to expand beyond merely being a companion piece to Tomm's blah volumes though. Within this novel's 226 pages could be an underlying theme of nonchalant music and/or free spirits. Who knows though? Nigel Tomm himself is an enigma; he is occupied with an avantgarde metaverse that no other writer has ever reached.
The obsession of an artist also commands acknowledgement of some sort. Reading the entirety of this book is equally obsessive, especially since a cycle of paragraphs eventually repeats itself until the end. I didn't mind the experience though. In fact, I embraced it. Such an obsessively bizarre novel deserves respect. A friend of mine had told me to write this review using the book's style of "ooh la la" and "taram pam pam" insertions. Doing so would suggest that anyone could write "Scarlett Johansson Asked..." though. Only someone as bold as Nigel Tomm could offer such a literary trek....more
How could words possibly describe or critique a wordless novel? Dubiously, I would like to present a nearly unexplainable motif: Nigel Tomm's "The MosHow could words possibly describe or critique a wordless novel? Dubiously, I would like to present a nearly unexplainable motif: Nigel Tomm's "The Most Popular Fiction..." is somehow similar to Harmony Korine's "A Crackup at the Race Riots." Perhaps I've naturally established this comparison because of the two novels' lack (or refusal) of linear organization. Both contain the appearance of an anonymous scrapbook found upon the side of a freeway. The central difference would be that Tomm's abandoned scrapbook expresses supposed illiteracy--somebody with similar ideas and no ability to write with language or words. "The Most Popular Fiction..." should not be demeaned of literary value though. Those who know of Nigel Tomm know of what a true wordsmith he certainly is. I've rated this novel with four stars rather than five because I feel that words fully attribute to the talent of Nigel Tomm. Nonetheless, this book, product, novel, gift, and item still ought to satisfy anyone with enough curiosity, patience, or admiration....more