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ste3ve_b1rd's review
3.0
In the introduction by Steven Moore, this work is referred to as "America's first existential novel", due to its stripped down, Camus-esque narrative (which according to Susan Sontag, [via Sartre:] in her essay "On Style", can be described as "impersonal, expository, lucid, flat"). This novel is a film noir of James Dean and Natalie Wood and their small circle of friends, now in their late 20's, minus any Cinemascope sensationalism. Written by a contemporary of the Beatniks, it depicts the lives of this Greenwich Village group (vaguely-sketched characters who are writers of one type or another) during 1 month in the spring/summer of 1948. They attend a wild party with jazz musicians whose guests are smoking "charge" (the party ends with a rumble); a boxing event at Madison Square Garden; and are treated to dinner at an uptown restaurant by a gangster friend of one of the dames. Grace undergoes a covert abortion--her boyfriend Henry Porter is an arrogant, ambitious writer who "passes for white" (supposedly his character is based upon that of Anatole Broyard, a critic who years after this era relished trashing William S. Burroughs' books in the New York Times). Harry Lees has a pad on Cape Cod, where the group spend a weekend, but he's having an identity crisis. Harry thinks he might be gay--he was too "sissy" to make it into the Army and is subsequently guilt-ridden. The entire novel is conveyed to us by the groups's "voice of reason", Blake Williams. This paperback version is referred to on the cover as "the classic underground novel in its suppressed original version". Not to diminish its merits--but there would be nothing polemical about it now. The book ends abruptly in a way that contrasts with all the preceding flatness--the author left me wanting more. And of course I was attracted to the romantic notion of living in New York City in a time when the streets were full of hoods and television was still in its infancy. The Big Apple was so much simpler then-or probably not. I will close by saying: this assortment of artists/bohemians--they were so lucky. If only they had known.
henryarmitage's review
2.0
Not much of a plot in this book. I think the author was primarily
relying on shock appeal, but it's not that shocking in 2012.
relying on shock appeal, but it's not that shocking in 2012.
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