A smart, sober reappraisal of Janis Joplin’s whirlwind life and the hippie moment. Having interviewed scores of Joplin’s intimates, rock critic and historian Echols (Daring to Be Bad, not reviewed) persuades us that the received image of Joplin as a wild, doomed, drunken howler—memorialized in several previous biographies and in the movie The Rose—is wrong only in that it emphasizes Joplin’s iconic extremity of style at the expense of personal and cultural context. In the bleak refinery town of Port Arthur, Tex., Joplin was rejected by her high school and college peers for her ungainly looks and intellectual curiosity; she responded by developing a boisterous beatnik persona, drinking and listening to folk, jazz, and blues with other rebels. Joplin won praise singing at coffeehouses in Austin; made a few forays to San Francisco and New York, where she lived precariously and started taking speed and heroin; and finally, after an unsatisfying year-long attempt at conforming to bun-haired Port Arthur primness, moved again to San Francisco in 1966 as the acid-fueled counterculture was approaching full flower. Joplin joined and galvanized Big Brother and the Holding Company, one of the many semicompetent Haight-Ashbury bands devoted to meandering, out-of-tune jamming. Echols gives a thorough, bracingly unsentimental overview of the scene’s muddleheaded idealism and its rapid commodification and demise. Joplin shot to fame with her histrionic, gut- spilling performances, but mass adoration did not fill her “bottomless pit of neediness—: “No high could compete with her lows, with her conviction that she was worthless.” Her heroin addiction, alcoholism, and tumultuous sexual relationships (with both men and women) were all related to that insecurity, says Echols, but were by no means unique in the curdled post-1967 counterculture. What’s lacking here is Joplin’s music: while Echols’s is a convincing psychological and sociological portrait, we come away with little sense of the substance or quality of her records. (40 b&w photos, not seen)
Pub Date: March 1, 1999
ISBN: 0-8050-5387-5
Page Count: 392
Publisher: Henry Holt
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 1999
The author's youthfulness helps to assure the inevitable comparison with the Anne Frank diary although over and above the...
Elie Wiesel spent his early years in a small Transylvanian town as one of four children.
He was the only one of the family to survive what Francois Maurois, in his introduction, calls the "human holocaust" of the persecution of the Jews, which began with the restrictions, the singularization of the yellow star, the enclosure within the ghetto, and went on to the mass deportations to the ovens of Auschwitz and Buchenwald. There are unforgettable and horrifying scenes here in this spare and sombre memoir of this experience of the hanging of a child, of his first farewell with his father who leaves him an inheritance of a knife and a spoon, and of his last goodbye at Buchenwald his father's corpse is already cold let alone the long months of survival under unconscionable conditions.
Pub Date: Jan. 16, 2006
ISBN: 0374500010
Page Count: 120
Publisher: Hill & Wang
Review Posted Online: Oct. 7, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2006
A horde-pleaser, well-written and full of surprises.
“The Mongols swept across the globe as conquerors,” writes the appreciative pop anthropologist-historian Weatherford (The History of Money, 1997, etc.), “but also as civilization’s unrivaled cultural carriers.”
No business-secrets fluffery here, though Weatherford does credit Genghis Khan and company for seeking “not merely to conquer the world but to impose a global order based on free trade, a single international law, and a universal alphabet with which to write all the languages of the world.” Not that the world was necessarily appreciative: the Mongols were renowned for, well, intemperance in war and peace, even if Weatherford does go rather lightly on the atrocities-and-butchery front. Instead, he accentuates the positive changes the Mongols, led by a visionary Genghis Khan, brought to the vast territories they conquered, if ever so briefly: the use of carpets, noodles, tea, playing cards, lemons, carrots, fabrics, and even a few words, including the cheer hurray. (Oh, yes, and flame throwers, too.) Why, then, has history remembered Genghis and his comrades so ungenerously? Whereas Geoffrey Chaucer considered him “so excellent a lord in all things,” Genghis is a byword for all that is savage and terrible; the word “Mongol” figures, thanks to the pseudoscientific racism of the 19th century, as the root of “mongoloid,” a condition attributed to genetic throwbacks to seed sown by Mongol invaders during their decades of ravaging Europe. (Bad science, that, but Dr. Down’s son himself argued that imbeciles “derived from an earlier form of the Mongol stock and should be considered more ‘pre-human, rather than human.’ ”) Weatherford’s lively analysis restores the Mongols’ reputation, and it takes some wonderful learned detours—into, for instance, the history of the so-called Secret History of the Mongols, which the Nazis raced to translate in the hope that it would help them conquer Russia, as only the Mongols had succeeded in doing.
A horde-pleaser, well-written and full of surprises.Pub Date: March 2, 2004
ISBN: 0-609-61062-7
Page Count: 320
Publisher: Crown
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 1, 2003
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