Who would have thought that the yellow brick road was actually the LA Freeway, or that the city of the cosmic tomorrows...

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LOS ANGELES, CITY OF DREAMS: Up the Mellow Yellow Brick Road

Who would have thought that the yellow brick road was actually the LA Freeway, or that the city of the cosmic tomorrows looks like a junkyard of the 1960's--its artifacts, remaindered ideas, primal screams and plastic dildos strewn from Sunset Strip to Canoga Park, with Marshall McLuhan watching over the whole media-mad electronic scene, popping his circuits. Naturally LA/Oz is full of high-flying ""seekers"" (it rhymes with sneakers) stoned on dope or sex or visions. St. George's momentary glimmer of something approaching wit--""an army of lumpen-schleppers/slouching toward/sun""--is quickly extinguished and the poetry--or is it versifying?-setties down to a dull singsong, the beat supplied by fragments of rock 'n' roll you may remember from the juke boxes of yesteryear. Which is where this futuristic misfire is at.

Pub Date: Dec. 1, 1975

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Crown

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 1, 1975

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