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Tom Wolfe Writes a Letter to The New Yorker In the Third Person
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Tom Wolfe Writes a Letter to The New Yorker In the Third Person |
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I'm not a fan of his politics or his architectural/art views but...I defy anyone to capture the energy and excitement of that era.
01/03/09
I like this book so much that I have found parts of Man in Full that I love and (fewer, but still some) parts of I am Charlotte Simmons that really do describe particular American niches. Now, there are many parts of each of these books that are so bad that they make my brain hurt, but still....
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Of course Wolfe is just nursing a grudge against the New Yorker for the deservedly unflattering reviews of his last two novels. Their review of "A Man in Full" was right on target and written by Wolfe's arch nemesis, John Updike, who is a better writer but not without his foibles, about which Wolfe has been right on target. The New Yorker dismissed Wolfe's "I Am Charlotte Simmons," with an unkind "Briefly Noted" item, which was tough but fair.
(I don't think Wolfe is a "terrible writer," but he was mainly an entertainer, and after "Bonfire" no longer entertaining. "A Man in Full" was embarrassing, and I didn't have the stomach to try "Charlotte Simmons.")
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I generally just skip past Alex Ross's stuff (classical music criticism bores me even more than classical music), but he once wrote a really non-stuffy essay about how he got into classical music as a kid and how he always wanted non-experts to be able to enjoy the art form.
It was a good effort.
01/02/09
And Leonard Bernstein had his own cringe-making pretensions that were probably ripe for satire. If you've ever seen his lecture describing 20th century history using musical analogy, you'll have had the urge to tell him to get over himself.
01/02/09
"The New Yorker isn't known for its rigorous fact checking ". Yeah, very funny.
01/02/09
A tiresome thing about classical music is its tendency towards excessive worship of composers and maestros. (Even the appellation "maestro" says a lot.) The overreaction when someone dings a figure like Bernstein, around whom a superhuman aura is built, can be ridiculous. Alex Ross seems prone to exactly this kind of hero worship. Bernstein was brilliant and had amazing style, but he was a person as prone to silliness as anyone else and perhaps more so because he was so worshipped.
And it was in Bernstein's own forays into politics where he occasionally made a fool of himself, ala Bono or Sean Penn.
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It's a tactical mistake, though, to try to pin Wolfe down on facts.
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Anyway, yeah. Every time I've attempted to read something by Tom Wolfe, I've stopped. Which is a big deal, since I finish nearly every book I start, if only to say with confidence that it sucked.
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He should live in fear of those of us who were subjected to "Charlotte Simmons."
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