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3.5 stars ... James Wolcott arrived in New York with little more than a letter of introduction from Norman Mailer, and Lucking Out is the story of how he parlayed that into a job at the Village Voice and an eventual career as a freelance writer. Wolc...more3.5 stars ... James Wolcott arrived in New York with little more than a letter of introduction from Norman Mailer, and Lucking Out is the story of how he parlayed that into a job at the Village Voice and an eventual career as a freelance writer. Wolcott isn’t interested in reliving old editorial battles, wailing about how much better things used to be, or putting himself at the center of great events; indeed, Lucking Out is chiefly about what a good time he had writing about culture and knowing those who made it. Wolcott was a friend and frequent screening colleague of Pauline Kael, who gets a chapter to herself. The dynamism of Kael’s company is well-described, as are all the personality traits that made her a divisive figure. (Lucking Out is worth it just for the description of the seating hierarchy at 1970’s New York press screenings.) Yet Kael couldn’t be any other way, and in Wolcott’s telling she comes off as someone aware of what her sometimes scathing reviews cost her both personally and professionally. No doubt there are plenty of memoirs that could be written in which Kael would come off differently, but it’s heartening to learn that Wolcott’s friendship with and love for Kael endured and wasn’t tainted by ambition or office politics. The image of Kael leaving her friends and heading off alone at the end of a post-screening salon is a poignant one, and says much about the even-then tenuous place of the critic. Wolcott, lucky bastard, was also present for the best years of CBGB; the whirling spirit that is Patti Smith is a guiding light. Smith is kept at a remove, there’s little sense of the woman who told her own story in Just Kids, but Wolcott’s (perhaps too New York-centric view) take is that Smith was the antidote to the excesses of the classic rock era. The young Talking Heads also play a part; Wolcott gives Tina Weymouth her due as an early female rock instrumentalist and the scene where Wolcott and Weymouth see a Fassbender movie cries out to be treated as a play or short story. (Did Weymouth let slip any good David Byrne anecdotes? )
Lucking Out dawdles only in a chapter that begins as a discussion of the New York ‘70s porn scene, and it’s as if Wolcott (who seems a temperate fellow, certainly no punk) was asked to write this part of the book in the hopes that sex might gin up the sales. Fortunately Wolcott uses porn as a counterpoint to his emerging love of ballet, an art form he approaches as an outsider and comes to love. I’d enjoy a Wolcott book on the world of late Balanchine New York ballet culture; the way he describes audience members and young ballet students attempting to reenact the dancers’ moves made me want to catch the next train to Lincoln Center. If the moment that Wolcott chooses to label the “end of an era’ (the murder of John Lennon) isn’t a surprise then the joy and particularity with which he recounts his early New York years certainly is. The aptly titled Lucking Out is the story of a man who made the most of his ticket to the show.(less)
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I'll try not to overthink this. If you're a serious Pearl Jam fan this is a must-have, and if you're a casual fan (like me) with a fondness for '90s music and culture then you'll still enjoy it. Companion coffee-table books like this often end up bei...moreI'll try not to overthink this. If you're a serious Pearl Jam fan this is a must-have, and if you're a casual fan (like me) with a fondness for '90s music and culture then you'll still enjoy it. Companion coffee-table books like this often end up being superficial, but the sheer volume of first-person commentary from the band members along with generous illustrations make this a good investment. (Full disclosure: I paid half-price the day after Christmas.) I enjoyed the film but felt it suffered from Cameron Crowe's inability to conceive the band could do anything wrong, ever. The PJ guys as depicted here are driven musicians full of sensitivity whose ambivalence about success isn't an affectation. Since the band seems to be enjoying a resurgence I think we'll be treated to a good deal more PJ music, but this is as definitive a portrait of Pearl Jam as we're likely to get. Highly recommended.(less)
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I don't know why it took me so long to read this work by a writer I admire, but I thoroughly enjoyed this. As usual there are a lot of ideas in play and I'd love to see those ideas illuminated in a good production; reading any play is always half a l...moreI don't know why it took me so long to read this work by a writer I admire, but I thoroughly enjoyed this. As usual there are a lot of ideas in play and I'd love to see those ideas illuminated in a good production; reading any play is always half a loaf at best. Rock n' Roll isn't as tightly constructed a work as Stoppard's masterpiece Arcadia; it rolls to a stop rather than ending. Yet the way Stoppard blends politics, music, sex, death, and generational change here is very exciting. Strongly recommended.(less)
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I was sure I had blogged a review of Chuck Klosterman's first novel Downtown Owl, but when I went back to look it up I couldn't find it. My decision not to render an opinion on Downtown Owl says something about the book itself, or at least about how ...moreI was sure I had blogged a review of Chuck Klosterman's first novel Downtown Owl, but when I went back to look it up I couldn't find it. My decision not to render an opinion on Downtown Owl says something about the book itself, or at least about how I remember it. The look at life in a small North Dakota town, told from multiple points of view, was a pleasant read that revealed a new side to Klosterman's talent. But nothing about Klosterman's fiction made me want him to give up the funny, clear-eyed reviews and essays that he writes for various magazines and websites. Who better to break down Lou Reed and Metallica or the pomposity of 1970's rock? Now here comes Klosterman's The Visible Man, a second novel of ambition that yields frustrating results. As a novelist Klosterman is a "writer to watch" in the sense that he's willing to cross genres and defy expectations, but this time out he isn't saying as much as he thinks he is.
Set up as a series of messages, notes, and transcripts, The Visible Man is told from the point of view of a rather ordinary therapist named Victoria. The book we're reading is a manuscript that Victoria is attempting to turn into a published book for reasons that will become clear. Most of Victoria's practice is ordinary, she sees herself as less interesting than the Lorraine Bracco character on The Sopranos. The book is the story of Victoria's patient Y., who after a series of phone sessions agrees to come in and meet Victoria in person. Y. is prickly, secretive, condescending, and controlling and at first seems easily diagnosed as delusional. Y. claims to have invented a method by which he can completely conceal his presence; or to use a term that's hotly disputed in the novel, he can become "invisible". The scene in which he proves his claims shifts the balance power in his relationship with Victoria. I don't know how much research Chuck Klosterman did into therapeutic practices, but the therapy scenes in The Visible Man after Y. reveals his abilities feel like works of performance art. Y. talks almost non-stop in an attempt to describe and rationalize the experiences he has had while invisibly dropping on people's lives. Y. watches a woman smoke pot and watch Lost. He spies on a group of bikers debating philosophy. Victoria observes several times that Y.'s statements feel scripted but she never challeges Y. on this point, and she offers almost no resistance as Y. dictates the subject matter and length of theirsessions. All of Y.'s visitations are in service of some great project to understand human behavior, yet Victoria (and we) can see that in fact she's dealing with a voyeur though she's too much in Y.'s thrall to call him on it.
The Visible Man avoids most of the expected rest stops that invisibility offers to a plot. Y. isn't much interested in sex with or in taking from those he observes, in fact he takes only what he needs to survive. Initially Y. seems to be a sort of messenger from the world, reminding us that even the lives of people we never think about have value. The message gets muddied as Y. becomes more eccentric and the novel edges towards violence almost out of necessity. Klosterman has created a fascinating situation but either lacks the skill or just isn't interested in taking Y. to a place he wasn't at when the novel starts. Y. gets to ramble as if he's the subject of the sort of celebrity interview that Klosterman would never do. Chuck Klosterman has a natural gift for finding the key moment of a song and the hidden truths of the lives of Midwestern heavy metal fans, but with The Visible Man he has spent too much time on structure and too little on content. May Klosterman's next novel do less and say more.(less)
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I read this book because the authors wrote Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist, a YA novel which became a film I liked. Lena Dunham is scheduled to turn Dash & Lily into a movie in 2013; but of course that's no judgment of the book's quality. In alterna...moreI read this book because the authors wrote Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist, a YA novel which became a film I liked. Lena Dunham is scheduled to turn Dash & Lily into a movie in 2013; but of course that's no judgment of the book's quality. In alternating chapters we follow Dash and Lily around New York during Christmas break; the two don't know each other but communicate by means of a notebook Lily leaves in the Strand bookstore. It's always a treat to read about smart, non-cliched teens and these two are no exception even if the New York they live in seems a little too tailored to their needs. Even as the ending moves into screwball comedy by way of a giant dog and a group of vigilant Central Park mommies, the authors never lose sight of the anxiety that an unusual teen might feel when the chance to make a connection comes along. While I don't see Kat Dennings starring as Lily, that doesn't change the fact this book is a sincere (if slightly predictable) celebration of teen love among those who least expect it. Recommended.(less)
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3.5 stars ... The first book in Rankin's new series should please fans of his John Rebus novels (which are recommended if you don't know them). Malcolm Fox leads an Edinburgh squad known as "The Complaints", essentially an Internal Affairs team. The ...more3.5 stars ... The first book in Rankin's new series should please fans of his John Rebus novels (which are recommended if you don't know them). Malcolm Fox leads an Edinburgh squad known as "The Complaints", essentially an Internal Affairs team. The plot is too twisty and complex to try to break down here, but Rankin puts us right in the middle of a world where the line between cops and criminals feels awfully thin. At first it might feel like Fox - who doesn't drink and copes with a sister in an abusive relationship and an elderly father - is too big a reversal from Rebus, but as Rankin spins out a plot involving property developers and another cop who might be a pedophile it becomes clear that "The Complaints" is a book about how the personal and professional collide in unexpected ways and that the title itself contains multitudes. The second Fox novel, The Impossible Dead, is out this month in the states and I'll be reading it. Recommended.(less)
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Harry Bosch and Rachel Walling race through LA looking for stolen radioactive material in an adaptation of a serial Connelly wrote for the New York Times magazine. At 225 pages this can be easily read in a night or two; it's not classic Connelly but ...moreHarry Bosch and Rachel Walling race through LA looking for stolen radioactive material in an adaptation of a serial Connelly wrote for the New York Times magazine. At 225 pages this can be easily read in a night or two; it's not classic Connelly but you won't regret reading it if you're a fan of the series. Recommended.(less)
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A courtroom drama/murder mystery that gives ample room for both Harry Bosch and Mickey Haller to showcase their talents. The best of the recent Connellys I've been reading on this spurt. Highly recommended.
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