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When I was in high school I went through an "old Hollywood" phase--not sure where that came from but I watched Mysteries and Scandals on E! all the time and my room was plastered with images of James Dean, Marlon Brando, Jean Harlow, Bette Davis, Clara Bow, Louise Brooks, and so on.
I'd seen and loved some of these actors' films (The Wild One, Rebel without a Cause, All About Eve, etc) but never any of the silents from the 20s--yet I still managed to fall in love with Louise Brooks. Maybe it was her image, her story, her attitude.
Lulu in Hollywood is a collection of essays written by Brooks (she was smart! maybe that's what I liked about her) detailing her early life, experiences in Hollywood, her rejection of Hollywood (a refusal to play by the rules--another great quality that appealed to me), and her life after she stopped acting in films altogether.
I've since seen and loved Diary of a Lost Girl and purchased Pandora's Box (though I haven't watched it yet), and they are both ahead of their time.
Okay, I know I said I hadn't yet seen Pandora's Box but the above still is from one of the first (maybe the first) lesbian scenes on film--so I feel pretty confident in my assertion.As for the book, Brooks's writing is witty, unsentimental, and fascinating.
This 1969 French novel is written entirely without the use of the letter "e"--an impressive enough feat, but the fact that it was translated into English (i.e. the word "the" does not appear on any of its nearly 300 pages) is downright incredible. The original title, La Disparition, translates to The Disappearance--so right there in the title is the first challenge.As far as the plot goes: "The year is 1968 and as France is torn apart by social and political anarchy, the noted eccentric and insomniac Anton Vowl goes missing. Ransacking his Paris flat, his best friends scour his diary for clues to his whereabouts. At first glance these pages reveal nothing but Vowl's penchant for word games, especially for "lipograms," compositions in which the use of a particular letter is suppressed. But as the friends work out Vowl's verbal puzzles, and as they investigate various leads discovered among the entries, they too disppear, one by one by one, and under the most mysterious circumstances..."
I find that when I try to remember what this novel is like, I can only picture the Sofia Coppola film--the dreamy soundtrack, the gorgeous colors. (Sigh) Perhaps another one to re-read. Am I the only one who doesn't remember anything about the books they've read (other than whether or not they liked them)?
This book collects vintage postcards depicting a variety of so-called boring locales: highways, gas stations, hotels, diners, shopping malls, banks, airports, etc. There is something strangely fascinating about the images, many of which feature locations that no longer exist--they're almost endearingly dull. The plain, kraft brown, no-frills cover makes a nice contrast to the saturated, technicolor beauties contained within.
Picturesque, indeed.
I have a thing for postcards of old motels (I've picked up quite a few of them over the years, at thrift stores and the like). I love the couple sitting by the pool, hands clasped politely, just waiting to greet their guests.
Can't you just picture it?
Did you know that Mondrian was inspired by French Lick Sandstone?
I like how the photographer tried to spruce this up with a sprig of flowers.
A poetic statement on the bleak uniformity of hospital rooms--oh, so typical.
Dude, check out the new wheels!
Magnificent.
I think this one is officially the most boring postcard in the book. Or at least the ugliest. The blank white wall and puke-colored rug really don't do justice to the sofa. Or do they?
This innovative novel is written backwards--meaning the characters grow younger instead of older (and not quite like Benjamin Button since everyone ages in this way), walk backwards, regurgitate their food and reform it into whole pieces on the plate, etc. While this might on the surface sound like a gimmick, I assure you there is an artistic reason for this device, inherent to the telling of the story, and it is a very good one.
This chronicle of the original L.A. punk scene consists of essays by legendary figures in the scene such as Keith Morris, Exene Cervenka, Claude Bessy, Brendan Mullen, and so on, as well as lots of black and white pictures.
Many books about punk have too broad a scope and in their attempt to chronicle everything manage to gloss over most of the interesting, more obscure bands in favor of what you already knew anyway. This book at least focuses on one particular scene in one particular place and time, but I seem to remember that most of it consists of reminiscences of too much partying and drugs (in fact, that's all I remember about the book).
The layout is also kind of boring and amateurish, but there are still some great photos contained within--for instance, this Germs fan in neckbrace, and protests outside the Starwood (which has made for great punk flier imagery by yours truly).
Come to think of it, I've also used this image of Darby Crash schmoozing with the son of Ozzie and Harriet star David Nelson on a flier as well. And while still photography does not quite capture the Minutemen's live performance (from what I've seen on film), it's still cool to see.
Darby wheatpasting PiL posters, Paul Reubens hanging out with the punks--pretty good stuff all around.So in short, I'd say the book is worth reading but not exactly a classic work, or even a classic book on punk (if such a thing exists).
There is a surprisingly sweet aspect to this 60s cover of Nabokov's classic Lolita, with its explosion of flowers and butterflies. Except for the subtle knowing look in the girl's eyes, you might not guess the contents of this controversial novel.
Just the second book by Nabokov that I've read (Pnin being the first and perhaps my favorite of the two), reading Lolita has only made me want to read more of his work.
A collection of essays published in various journals and newspapers between 1990 and 2005 from the great writer and critic Luc Sante. While perhaps not quite as strong as his previous, more cohesive works (The Factory of Facts, Low Life), this is certainly worth reading despite the incongruity of its contents, which include writings about New York City, cigarettes, working in factories, Bob Dylan, Tintin, René Magritte, and so on.
This is a nonfiction account of Henry Miller's travels through the United States in 1940 and 1941 after returning from a lengthy stay in Europe. From the title you can probably guess how he felt about his native land.
It has been quite awhile since I have read this--another one for the re-reading list.
"William Eggleston's Guide was the first one-man show of color photographs ever presented at The Museum of Modern Art, New York, and the Museum's first publication of color photography. The reception was divided and passionate. The book and show unabashedly forced the art world to deal with color photography, a medium scarcely taken seriously at the time, and with the vernacular content of a body of photographs that could have been but definitely weren't some average American's Instamatic pictures from the family album...The Guide contained 48 images edited down from 375 shot between 1969 and 1971 and displayed a deceptively casual, actually super-refined look at the surrounding world. Here are people, landscapes, and odd little moments in and around Eggleston's hometown of Memphis." (From the product description)
This reissue of an early show catalog by one of my favorite photographers is a faithful facsimile of the original. The texture of the cover makes it very pleasant to handle.
MemphisThis book contains more photographs of people than most of his later work.
Whitehaven, MississippiWhat I love about them is how they quietly hint at the story behind them, imparting a bit of mystery. What is this person doing in the garage? Are they hurt? Just taking a nap? Squatting there?
Jackson, Mississippi
Black Bayou Plantation, near Glendora, MississippiI love this one--how did the bottles end up there? It implies the presence of someone who was in the frame not long before.
Jackson, MississippiI love the lighting in this one.
Sumner, Mississippi
Morton, MississippiI imagine there is a good story behind this one.
Outskirts of Morton, Mississippi, Halloween, 1971
Huntsville, Alabama
This one feels a little uneasy to me, like he is contemplating some grave thoughts.
Near Jackson, Mississippi
It is hard to articulate, but there is something so beautiful about this colorful coat hanging on a bare, filthy wall.
The man behind the camera.