Word: author
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...author, who was born and raised in New Orleans, became interested in jazz and began playing the clarinet when he was 14. Since then, he has studied with most of the major traditional artists, including "Kid" Thomas, Billie and Dede Pierce, and the Olympic Brass Band, as well as George Lewis...
...Galvanized Washboard Band, which he joined a year ago, was formed three years ago at Yale. One of its members has since graduated and now lives in Cambridge; the others are still in New Haven. Several of the author's articles on traditional jazz have appeared in Downbeat...
...self-deflation, and incidental reporting are just softening up Mr. and Mrs. America for the punch of Kunen's radical message." "A good D.J. is friendly, congenial and amusing, the sort of person you trust," he notes after the WABC interview, and perhaps a good young revolutionary author is the same sort of person. But this strategy is one which Kunen only flirts with. The pose of spokesman for the militant young does not come naturally to him, and the preform statements of serious revolutionary purpose at the book's beginning and end (and a couple points in between...
...Kunen is not altogether qualified to act as a delegate from the disaffected of his generation to the outside world, and the great danger of The Strawberry Statement is that despite the author's disclaimers it will be read as a typical case of a phenomenon people are now desperately anxious to understand. Moderates will be reassured by Kunen's self-doubts--his hones confessions, for instance, that should the war end, he might have nothing left to hate. But this teetering, and essentially apolitical commitment to revolution, is by no means universal among radical students. Kunen doesn't know...
...novel does come fitfully to life, usually in some transitional scene where the author is forced to view the society in which her New Yorkers still move. A wedding is done well; so is a smoothed-over gaffe at a dinner party and an old ballerina with her beauty in ruins but her vanity intact. The suspicion grows during the slow passage through this glum volume that it is not rightfully a psychological novel, but a strayed social one. It moves repeatedly in that direction, and always the author drags it back. That is her privilege, of course. Still...