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...writers eschew straightforward prose for witty, self-consciously absurd jottings that don't give as much insight into Cunningham as into the ambience surrounding him. In "Where Are We Eating? And What Are We Eating?" John Cage catalogs the company's favorite haunts from Brownsville to Bombay. A typical snippet...
Back in 1930, when he was virtually unknown, William Faulkner was informed by his agent that The American Mercury wanted a biographical snippet to preface one of his stories. "Don't tell the bastards anything," wrote Faulkner. "It can't matter to them." In 1958, when Saxe Commins, his longtime editor at Random House, died, Faulkner grieved: "I'll have to hunt up somebody else now who will stop anybody making the William Faulkner story the moment I have breathed my last...
This pair, both Americans, illustrate Powell's penchant for isolating national and temperamental types. Glober is a sixtyish, playboy film producer, a self-made man up from Jewish-immigrant slums, who takes a snippet of pubic hair from every woman he seduces. Gwinnett is a withdrawn, thirtyish academic, a descendant of Button Gwinnett, the first signer of the Constitution, who has a whiff of necrophilia in his makeup. Both are drawn to Pamela partly because of her infamous liaison (in Books Do Furnish a Room) with the late writer X. (for nothing, not for Xavier) Trapnel, the possible source...
...that gives you a black eye when you look through it. Recitals of 17th and 18th century romantic poetry are interspersed with luridly explicit readings from a porno catalogue. Every serious motion, every attempt at discourse, is interrupted by a song and dance, or a conga line, or a snippet of newsreel, or a blast of music, or a wisecrack from the audience...
...heist of some bejeweled busts of the great composers. The first track is called The People, Yes, and turns out to be Chopin's Revolutionary Etude done up in the sex and violence of an 007 film's sound track. Ludwig's Gig is a lush snippet from Beethoven's Pastoral Symphony; Superjoy, an electronically extravagant "lift" of Bach's Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring; Wild Turkey, a toe-tapping treatment of Mozart's Turkish Rondo, and so on. Of its jazzing-the-classics type, basically an appalling genre, this is better...