Word: mcinerney
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Bans, Michael Milken, Duran Duran, Odeon, Christie Brinkley. Partying all night through downtown Manhattan's glam disco scene. Sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll--and a guy who discovers that he really loved his mother too. If you can get past the notion that Bright Lights, Big City, Jay McInerney's 1984 novel about a Manhattan yuppie on a downward spiral, is a time capsule whose time has passed, it's actually not a bad idea for a musical...
...hopes ride largely on Goodman, a Scottish-born singer-composer who was writing and performing one-man shows before he reread McInerney's book three years ago and decided it would be good material for a full-scale musical. "The book was set right when I came to New York City," says Goodman. "I could relate to the fact that [the main character] was a writer. I thought I could write from an honest place." His first draft sparked the interest of the New York Theatre Workshop and director Michael Greif, who developed the show over the past two years...
...politics and religion to the private sphere of sex--is part of this world. The plot twists more often than Chubby Checker on speed. Reality alternates with the constructed so often that the constructed becomes real: "everything is altered... everyone will believe this". Even the novel itself borrows Jay McInerney's Alison Poole character (from McInerney's Story of My Life...
Bret Easton Ellis, author of Less Than Zero and American Psycho and a longtime McInerney buddy, doesn't seem too worried about the feelings of models either. His next book, Glamorama, due out this winter, is a screed against models and celebrity. McInerney says the passages he has read are dark, something he avoided. "I deliberately wrote a comic novel because you don't go chasing butterflies with sledgehammers," he says...
Similarly, there is no reason to mock McInerney for only smelling the surface of the Zeitgeist this time. Sure, he's missed the facts that restaurants have replaced clubs, that ostentatious wealth is being spent inside the home and that even for most celebrities, late-night partying has ceased to be cool. And, yes, it is a little sad when the hostess at Balthazar doesn't even know how to pronounce his last name. But why use a sledgehammer? Somebody's got to chronicle what's going on with the druggies and clubbers...