G+B Arts—dist. by D.A.P. (298 pp.) $49.95 paper $24.95 Jun. 12, 1998 ISBN: 90-5701-271-5 paper 90-5701-351-7 It would at first be difficult to find fault with this clubby, generous anthology of interviews previously published in the pages of BOMB magazine, a respected journal of contemporary arts; it becomes easier as one grows ever more aware that the book, as conceived, lacks all reason for being. The volume is weighted toward writers of fiction (Russell Banks, Peter Carey, Tobias Wolff, et al.), with a few poets (James Merrill among them) and fence-sitters (Michael Ondaatje, Jeanette Winterson, Sapphire, and the ubiquitous Paul Auster) as well. The sampling seems diverse enough, amiably accommodating differences of geography, ethnicity, gender, and sexual orientation. Nonetheless, the proceedings have about them an air of almost corporate homogeneity. The aggrandizement is only reinforced by the copious listing (in an appendix) of prizes and honors accrued by each writer and interviewer. It is certainly, then, an unintended irony that this familiar array of authors—in their words as in their writing—should serve to illustrate the very narrowness of our literature, as defined not only by the publishers and university writing programs but, the more pitiably, by journals of culture like BOMB. Further, the editorial decision to utilize interviewers who are, in numerous cases, friends, even acolytes, of the writers involved precludes the sorts of tension that allow for revelation in this format. Carole Maso, who interviews Lucie Brock-Broido, is not only sycophantic in that task, but provides an overview of the poet’s work so smug and hyperbolic as to be unreadable; ditto Jim Lewis with respect to his charge, Bradford Morrow. A few of the authors do, however, fare a bit better. Fans won’t mind a peek through the windows of this venerable establishment; others are advised to seek out insight elsewhere. (25 b&w photos, not seen)
Pub Date: June 12, 1998
ISBN: 90-5701-271-5
Page Count: 298
Publisher: N/A
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 1, 1998
BOOK REVIEW
An autobiography as toxic and addictive as any drug its author has ever ingested.
The legendary booze-addled metal rocker turned reality-TV star comes clean in his tell-all autobiography.
Although brought up in the bleak British factory town of Aston, John “Ozzy” Osbourne’s tragicomic rags-to-riches tale is somehow quintessentially American. It’s an epic dream/nightmare that takes him from Winson Green prison in 1966 to a presidential dinner with George W. Bush in 2004. Tracing his adult life from petty thief and slaughterhouse worker to rock star, Osbourne’s first-person slang-and-expletive-driven style comes off like he’s casually relating his story while knocking back pints at the pub. “What you read here,” he writes, “is what dribbled out of the jelly I call my brain when I asked it for my life story.” During the late 1960s his transformation from inept shoplifter to notorious Black Sabbath frontman was unlikely enough. In fact, the band got its first paying gigs by waiting outside concert venues hoping the regularly scheduled act wouldn’t show. After a few years, Osbourne and his bandmates were touring America and becoming millionaires from their riff-heavy doom music. As expected, with success came personal excess and inevitable alienation from the other members of the group. But as a solo performer, Osbourne’s predilection for guns, drink, drugs, near-death experiences, cruelty to animals and relieving himself in public soon became the stuff of legend. His most infamous exploits—biting the head off a bat and accidentally urinating on the Alamo—are addressed, but they seem tame compared to other dark moments of his checkered past: nearly killing his wife Sharon during an alcohol-induced blackout, waking up after a bender in the middle of a busy highway, burning down his backyard, etc. Osbourne is confessional to a fault, jeopardizing his demonic-rocker reputation with glib remarks about his love for Paul McCartney and Robin Williams. The most distinguishing feature of the book is the staggering chapter-by-chapter accumulation of drunken mishaps, bodily dysfunctions and drug-induced mayhem over a 40-plus-year career—a résumé of anti-social atrocities comparable to any of rock ’n’ roll’s most reckless outlaws.
An autobiography as toxic and addictive as any drug its author has ever ingested.Pub Date: Jan. 25, 2010
ISBN: 978-0-446-56989-7
Page Count: 320
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 1, 2009
IN THE NEWS
Sedaris at his darkest—and his best.
In which the veteran humorist enters middle age with fine snark but some trepidation as well.
Mortality is weighing on Sedaris (Theft by Finding: Diaries 1977-2002, 2017, etc.), much of it his own, professional narcissist that he is. Watching an elderly man have a bowel accident on a plane, he dreaded the day when he would be the target of teenagers’ jokes “as they raise their phones to take my picture from behind.” A skin tumor troubled him, but so did the doctor who told him he couldn’t keep it once it was removed. “But it’s my tumor,” he insisted. “I made it.” (Eventually, he found a semitrained doctor to remove and give him the lipoma, which he proceeded to feed to a turtle.) The deaths of others are much on the author’s mind as well: He contemplates the suicide of his sister Tiffany, his alcoholic mother’s death, and his cantankerous father’s erratic behavior. His contemplation of his mother’s drinking—and his family’s denial of it—makes for some of the most poignant writing in the book: The sound of her putting ice in a rocks glass increasingly sounded “like a trigger being cocked.” Despite the gloom, however, frivolity still abides in the Sedaris clan. His summer home on the Carolina coast, which he dubbed the Sea Section, overspills with irreverent bantering between him and his siblings as his long-suffering partner, Hugh, looks on. Sedaris hasn’t lost his capacity for bemused observations of the people he encounters. For example, cashiers who say “have a blessed day” make him feel “like you’ve been sprayed against your will with God cologne.” But bad news has sharpened the author’s humor, and this book is defined by a persistent, engaging bafflement over how seriously or unseriously to take life when it’s increasingly filled with Trump and funerals.
Sedaris at his darkest—and his best.Pub Date: May 29, 2018
ISBN: 978-0-316-39238-9
Page Count: 288
Publisher: Little, Brown
Review Posted Online: Feb. 19, 2018
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2018
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