Word: jacketing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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What Davis is overwriting, it turns out, is a marvelous sort of flapdoodle that does not fit into any category that book-jacket haikuists can think of. The tall stories that Faulkner wrote when his mood was bourbon-light are in the same family; The Reivers bears a resemblance to Fools' Parade. Dark violence and piebald absurdity share an uncertain border, and now and then some mythmaker on his day off, like Grubb, manages to write within this uncertainty. A fine book, written for the hell of it, which is a splendid reason...
Nabokov sums up these amorous doings in a mock dust-jacket blurb that closes Ada by describing only the book's most superficial aspects. Long before he gets around to that, though, a suspicion has set in that the surface love story is as different from the real Ada as a bicycle reflector is from a faceted ruby. More even than Lolita and Pale Fire, Ada is studded with assaults and asides directed at literary forms, figures and fashions. Along with its masquerade...
...with. There were days when the models' clothes seemed doubly flimsy. As veterans of such assignments, Reporter Svedberg and Photographer Gigli had come prepared. Gigli handled his cameras while bundled up in a windbreaker; Andrea's working uniform was blue jeans, a heavy sweater and a ski jacket...
President NAP fares better in his Vanitas with an odyssey to Ice Station Zebra accompanied by a Baton Rouge townie ("I peered at reflection in his jacket."). Zebra Lampon-style runs 6 months (the intermissions "scheduled to coincide with the migrations of the hummingbird"), and the article offers if nothing else a telling indirect observation of the director's style: "For the next five months or so the actors jockey for position in front of the submarine latrine, while a second camera keeps us informed of the submarine's depth." Still, Zebra get too much play in the issue (perhaps...
BILLY put on a shinny leather jacket and stood shakily before me. He smiled, his voice was thick and fuzzy, his eyes blinked slowly at me. He began gasping--huhhhhnh-hhunnhuh-hun-huhnhuh!--but it stopped after a while. "Shit man," he croaked, "Another country altogether...