Showing posts with label book review. Show all posts
Showing posts with label book review. Show all posts

Sunday, June 12, 2016

A Preface to a Series of Reviews

Hi everyone! I am happy to be back writing under the Chief Tizo banner once again. Over our hiatus I've been so focused on school I seemed to forget how to write casually about the things I love. Hopefully with more practice and reader support I'll find my tone. Shout out to all three of our followers, you are the reason why we do this!

Iceberg Slim chillin

I've had the privilege of being the only black male in a class full of white liberals speaking about race. It always seems like it is the white liberal's responsibility to face underprivileged communities with the heaping loads of their valuable pity and dignified ignorance. Just as quickly as one person may point out the problems with Law Enforcement, another would point to the flagrant gang culture found in rap music. Becoming the black representative in this kind of environment is easily the most stressful part of the semester, but even after this discourse is had the burden of all these people's unrecognized ignorance hurts. The one thing that makes it it worse is when these discussions are spawned by reading black writers that are a part of academia. Writers like James Baldwin, Ralph Ellison, Toni Morrison, Zora Neale Hurston and Richard Wright are all accepted as great BLACK writers. Writers who speak against Jim Crow, against the dominant white culture that has kept them repressed. Now there is no denying the power of James Baldwin or Richard Wright, but their writings ,as well as the many other names I listed above, have become accepted within an academically constructed black literary canon.

I don't think it would be too radical to say that the majority of black writers published over the years remain unknown. Alice Walker's recent rediscovery of Zora Neale Hurston proves there are masterpieces left to be uncovered. While it is so easy for white liberal academics to hold up a Toni Morrison novel as evidence of their diversity, they are ignoring the greater bias within the publishing industry. Academics can't see beyond their Eurocentric culture and values to notice that there is an implicit  favoring of a certain kind of representation.

The great cultural critic, bell hooks points out in her essay "Postmodern Blackness" that academics calling themselves "postmodernist" always attempt to call attention to the experience of difference and otherness. However, postmodern studies are so Eurocentric, they never acknowledge the concrete problems of the black underclass. It not on;y is through the dominant discourse that racial essentialist attitudes are disseminated but also the academic subculture in universities as well.  To bring closer attention to the helpless "Other", and to challenge the dominant white supremacy in American culture, hooks advocates creating new subjective representations of the black living. While there is no doubt that there is an explosion of black talent hitting shelves in the 21st century, there is still very little understanding of our past. hooks' hope has only partially come true. The problem of color blindness in American culture has created a new impediment for achieving a full acknowledgement of the issues that attack the vulnerable black underclass.

I am not sure if any Pan African Studies department is doing any work to uncover the neglected works by black writers. I am not sure if anyone really cares. Its just that the mold for a black writer was so narrow and still is narrow. The subjective experience of the ghetto is mostly being published by independent publishers as street lit. The black avant garde is still too weird to draw much sales or praise. I am thinking of Charles Wright's zany avant garde satire The Wig. I am thinking of about the gritty and inflated autobiography Pimp by Iceberg Slim.

So,consider this a kind of preface to a series of reviews on neglected novels from the black community. Here is a list of novels I hope to review this summer:

Donald Goines: Dopefiend, Black Gangster, Black Girl Lost, Daddy Cool
Iceberg Slim: Pimp, Trick Baby, The Naked Soul of Iceberg Slim
Charles Wright: The Wig, The Messenger
Clarence Cooper Jr. : Weed, The Black Messenger, The Scene, The Farm
Ann Petry: The Streets
Herbert Simmons: Corner Boy
Charles Perry: Portrait of a Young Man Drowning


Thursday, January 24, 2013

Book Review: The Orange Eats Creeps & Nova Express

It has been a while since I posted. A lot of things have been going on with school opening up ,and all, and me getting a stomach virus. So here is my belated reviews of both The Orange Eats Creeps by Grace Krilanovich and Nova Express by William S. Burroughs.



Starting off with The Orange Eats Creeps, I think that it is best to explain what the overall story of the book is. The book is about a roaming "Slutty Hobo Junkie Vampire" that wanders through America having sex for money in 7-11s and going to a lot of underground punk concerts (which may or may not feature the infamous G.G Allin). The style of the novel is reminiscent of the cut-up method and even Thomas Pynchon's long and beautiful sentences.

The book seems to wander from subject to subject not being able to find a place to stay still in which matches the overall "Hobo" idea of the novel. The main character continues to shift through her memories and sometimes through the influence of drugs, the memories of others.  (She has this ability where she could see the thoughts and the past of someone through touching them.) The character seems to be looking for her sister who she was separated from in a foster home. She continues to have these wandering thoughts of her laying down on the side of the road dead; being murdered by some serial killer that resembles the character Bob from Twin Peaks.

The meat of the novel is surrounded by the theme of immortality. What do you do with immortality? The novel feels like an extended account of some existential crisis where the person's life doesn't end. The main character struggles with this in her sexual experiences with men, taking to the road, thinking back to the past, and going to explosive rock concerts that contain vomit and blood.

For me this book got a bit taxing towards the end. Not because of the experimental prose, but because it is a very repetitive book (which totally makes sense within the context of the novel but still...) that recycles phrases a bit too much. Overall it was a very well thought out novel that has very beautiful and vivid language that I find unique in literature today. It is a very exciting debut from a talented writer that I hope to see more of.



Nova Express by William S. Burroughs is the conclusion to the Nova Trilogy which Burroughs claimed to be the "mythology for the Space Age" and to some respect he is right. The book is filled with this quest to take over the omniscient and omnipotent powers at be that are constantly referred to as being part of a board room filled with people that are part of the Nova Mob.

The "main character" William Lee is an agent that is part of the Nova Police that is supposed to take down the Nova Mob and the wicked boardroom that is controlling the actions and thoughts of people through words and addiction with a special weapon: the cut-up.

The book that preceded Nova Express, The Ticket That Exploded, set up what is going to happen this novel greatly. Showing the creation of an uprising coming up against the boardroom and even giving a step by step way of using the cut-up and further explaining the power of a tape recorder (a section that is also recycled for Nova Express) for destroying whole governments.

Burroughs ideas behind the cut-ups are nothing less than genius; Burroughs has found a way to overrule all metanarratives that transfixes the general public in its clutches. In a section concerning the power of tape recorders, Burroughs explains that sound creates an image and that image is therefore a part of language due to association (all of language is relating to image). For example, by using a recording of a political demonstration in say... Japan during the 1960s. Playing it back on three different recorders will insight a political demonstration. The sound of a political demonstration creates an image of a political demonstration, which in turn causes a political demonstration due to the infectious nature of language ( a thing that Burroughs straight out calls a virus).

To me, Nova Express is the weakest of the Nova Trilogy, while The Ticket That Exploded is the best for its amazing cut-ups and ideas. Nova Express to me is just trying to wrap up, but to me not in a completely new way. It feels like it is a reiteration of The Ticket That Exploded with a good handful of good cut-ups, but it was still a fun read.