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3.09.2006

Reading Rainbow

This Slate article has me interested in Octavia Butler's work. Slate's description of her reminds me of someone....

"She once described herself as "a pessimist, a feminist always, a Black Latina, a quiet egoist, a former Baptist non-believing Catholic, and an oil-and-water combination of ambition, laziness, insecurity, certainty, and drive."

Reading DNA.

Can someone explain Zadie Smith's stardom in the literary world to me? I STILL can't get through White Teeth, although I have picked it up and read (parts of) it many times.

Homeland Biometrics. Just do your best to take a pretty picture.

3 Comments:

Blogger kate said...

woman, you are crazy. zadie smith is the dickens of the modern era. ;)

i'm half-kidding (only half). white teeth is fucking amazing. what's your problem? however, i was thoroughly unimpressed with her second novel (so forgettable I've forgotten the name) and just whipped through her third (on beauty) without being much moved. i don't think she'll ever re-hit white teeth's dickensian (yes, and that is deserved) mashup of great characters. part of it is timing -- white teeth was a smash when it came out because there hadn't been much like it in recent years and it was truly a big refreshing mess. plus, white teeth came before wes anderson ushered the unapologetically dysfunctionally oddball family into the indie mainstream. after spectacles like the royal tenenbaums, zadie's shit doesn't seem so bright anymore. i realize that's kind of an odd comparison, and i am hardly trying to suggest that smith or anderson have a lock on dysfunctional oddballs, but as far as popular consciousness... etc.

keep suffering through. it's a brilliant novel, and a first novel, no less. it might be the only gem we ever get from ole zadie.

3/09/2006 2:49 PM  
Blogger *g said...

Okay, Okay, I will give it another chance. Only beause our tastes in entertainment seem to live (mostly) happily together. That’s funny because a friend of mine was just discussing how sometimes a bit of art that you initially viewed as bad, can completely change when you know what the artist’s context. I suppose that could ring true for novels as well. I actually did like the characters, particularly the awkward female lead. I felt the pace of the book was off. It just felt like I was trudging through so much verbiage to get to the next tiny succulent passage. And…I felt they were far and few between. I am not alone in this. I’ve asked others who have had the same experience. Smith and Anderson do not have a claim on dysfunctional characters…my family does. ;P

3/09/2006 3:14 PM  
Blogger kate said...

hm. to quote fuckwit, "no art transcends its context." i don't agree with that absolutely, but it makes for an interesting (if not frustrating) argument.

3/09/2006 5:31 PM  

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