Posts Tagged ‘America’

Emily St. John Mandel receives a tepid college try from the New York Times

So a writer, the creme of the byproduct of your civilization, has garnered a prime review at nytimes.com -> here

I cannot begin to moan and wail over such an unexciting ouevre -> here

If you are at all tangentially interfered with by themillions.com then please don’t bother, however if your senses have revolted from the pitter-patter of these tiny imprints I say, go on!

The fate of this volume will be the scourge of the unchosen, those MFA’s left in its wake. If we listen closely we hear a woman who has written a thing and been gladhanded most ungallantly. However the thing is, from the review directly, not exactly worthy of an eternal flame. We read that it starts with a charge and sputters over time. Ostensibly from an idea not a set piece. Cringing I read the words on the screen thinking how much a scandal a review can be that is truly mild. It almost pains ones efforts at life to believe in a peerage of colleagues treated so. How do these people partake in this production and analysis if the end result pardons her? My weary reader, ask not and want not, these are the things that must push my pen to react. How hard must we yearn and yodel for a solid work that plods and plots itself accordingly?  The meta of now is only a puddle, a puddle which seeks no greater body, that dries up and is restored to the heavens only to fall again and again with each week of this publication derelict of a sense of greater acts of creation. For when one has a vocation, we only injure ourselves when we inure against something of better wort.


For the lest to see.

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Pastels Crying Almost


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The culture of a people reflects them. When this culture is bent towards profit through creativity it can be used for any number of things. Commercial culture has its’ creators and the above mentioned are certainly in their respective pantheons.  Their reflections are supposedly untrue, even to the ideal vision of the mass of people reflected upon.

These crass sayings and thoughts about Miyazaki and Rockwell penetrate though they do not gain access to the creator’s vitality. It is a vitality which feeds upon how people would like to view themselves. It shows a courage, an optimism, a belief that the span of living can improve with improvements to a culture. However clearly these two artists harken back to a time that never was, their visions speak volumes for the hopes and fears of their represented cultures.

Rockwell has critically taken a beating for decades and yet Miyazaki is adored. Will one fade while the other brightens? The focus is on you.

Evan Kerry

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Peter Schjeldahl, of The New Yorker fame, has claimed the Norman Rockwell fantasy for America!

In his lastest blog entry, New Yorker critic Peter Schjeldahl, has stolen Norman Rockwell from the masses and told us just how painterly he is. See for one’s self: http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2013/11/a-kind-word-for-norman-rockwell.html?mbid=gnep&google_editors_picks=true

Though it is a tad trifling for him to tell us now. It is due exactly to his painterly abilities and marketability that he was so beloved by Americans. Mr. Schjeldahl, ever the attentive modernistical critic, has allowed us through his blog post from Conde Nast to finally view Norman Rockwell with the attention he deserves. 3 cheers for Norman…er, I mean Peter S.!

Evan Kerry

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On my first visit to Ireland, in August of this year, I visited Co. Donegal.  I was truly bewitched by the landscape. The peace of the mountains and greenery, the allure of the solitude, the vast history of the island, leaves much for the imagination to germinate. I could picture myself uprooting and moving there, though it would certainly be a less than painless process, but the thought of moving and the prospect of it are what might keep drawing me back.

I felt at home in Donegal. Knowing my grandparents are from the county and seeing firsthand the farmhouse where my grandmother was raised have lit not just a fire but an inferno of sentiment and dedication to experience the land and the people of Ireland. Not just for a paltry week but for as long as I can possibly manage. However all of this might grandly sound, the lack of work there and the lack of resources here will most surely terminate the idea of permanent return.

Evan Kerry, Oct. 2013


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Charles Simic clearly cannot stand America, so my reaction is that he should go and try Arabia.

In the above connected article Charles wrings the almost dry hatred-towel of its’ Anti-Americana dew and places it on the NYRB blog for us to gawk at. The article is nominally about the loss of secondhand book stores and his apparent mourning sums to a base elegy which only cloaks an un-seething hatred for America the Brave. Triteness abounds in this fillet of shite. I’d have been better off reading a flier for a charity handed to me in the street than this blogged scroll of putrescence. For Charles is not aiming his spears with a Luddite aim, he is apparently better than that and presumably smarter than most, hence the NYRB association, he is just a blither blathering snob cloaked in the ruminative garb of the ‘smart set.’ A set which has let the petrol run out, stopped the car and is clearly suffocating on the fumes and plumes of an older mentality and enjoying every damn minute of their demise. 

But Chollie, I must agree, ’tis a shame to see the dearth of physical, real property secondhand bookshops in this country and others.  The smell of must alone is worth the trip, it is the sort of smell I imagine when i read your ‘words-you-mean-to-string together-in-place-of-thought.’

Adooby dooby doo…

Evan Kerry

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